[Setting: Zampton Citadel, South of Hero City — Hall of Echoes]A sacred place — where wars have ended, alliances were forged, and legends were born.Thunder rumbles above.The skies are heavy.
[Suddenly — rifts of energy crackle across the air as portals burst open one by one. From every corner of the world, they come.]
The Storm Guild enters, led by Queen Vela, her hair billowing like a thundercloud.
The Eternal Mages of Elserin walk through, led by the enigmatic Arquis, his eyes glowing with forgotten knowledge.
The Desert Warriors arrive, guided by the legendary Shammur, the Sand Lance, her armor adorned with dunes' sigils.
Rykan, the Iron Lion of Astoria, marches in, clad in golden armor that hums with power.
The Black Knights of Nocturnus stride in silent formation, with the grim Sir Zareth at the helm.
[At the center of it all, standing beneath the celestial mosaic of the Hall's dome — is Ray Stormbreak.Clad in his ceremonial mantle, his gaze sharp as lightning.Behind him: Lorien. Diana. Kelvin. Darius. Inavy. Rose. The core of humanity's last hope.]
[Ray steps forward — and speaks.His Primordial Aura flares subtly, washing over the room like a tidal wave. Every soul feels it — the weight of truth.]
Ray Stormbreak — The Flame of Hope Speech
Ray (firm, solemn):— "Heroes... Kings... Brothers and sisters in arms...The world we swore to protect trembles.Ruin is no longer a distant shadow...The Order of Tyrus moves — and this time, they do not seek a kingdom, a guild, or a continent..."
[He pauses — letting the silence crush hearts.]
— "They want it all. The truth. The origin. The end.They aim for the very heart of our world."
Ray (louder, voice echoing):— "Many of you have felt it —The shifts in the Primordial Aura.Nature twisting. Reality shuddering.This is not evolution.This is Tyrus — corrupting the very fabric of existence."
[Some leaders exchange glances. Others clench fists. The tension builds.]
Ray (now with rising intensity):— "But there is one thing Tyrus will never understand..."— "Power does not rise from fear."— "Nor from blood."— "It rises from will. From unity. From hope."
[He glances to his right — at Inavy.]
Ray (softly, but with conviction):— "This one... is the future.A Stormbreak. My son.Not because he holds Chaos...But because he refuses to let it consume him.He is stronger than any god… or monster."
[Inavy lowers his head slightly, eyes serious. For once, he lets himself believe it.]
[Ray turns now, speaking to every soul in the hall.]
Ray (final call):— "And you — all of you —You are the beacons of your people.I summon you not to a war between nations...But to the final battle against annihilation."
— "An alliance. A single force.The Last Will of Humanity."
[The Hall erupts — not with noise, but with solemn unity.]Weapons, gauntlets, and staffs slam against the sacred floor in unison.A pact is made.
The magical portals behind them vanish — sealed as a symbol: None shall retreat.
[Far away — on the other side of the world...]Smoke rises in spirals. Shadows twist like serpents.Tyrus, seated on a throne forged of obsidian and bone, watches the sky through a cracked ceiling.
Tyrus (smiling darkly, voice a whisper):— "Give it your all...I only need to burn it once."
[Black flames flicker in his eyes. The world just took its first step toward salvation... or extinction.]