Genre: Dark Fantasy / Sci-fi / Action
Setting: Unknown Dimensional City → Akbarpur, India
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[Scene 1 – Hidden Dimension | Midnight]
The air is thick with tension. The echoes of a brutal battle still tremble through the void. Two cloaked figures — battered and breathless — sprint down a glowing corridor between dimensions. Strange neon puddles ripple beneath their boots, reacting to the residual energy that clings to them like smoke.
The air crackles. The memory of Aroma's final strike still burns behind their eyes.
Cloaked Figure 1 (gasping, voice trembling):
"We... we have to report it. Now. Before they find out first."
Cloaked Figure 2 (grimly):
"He wasn't human. That hunter… he smiled… like he was the real monster. Smiled... as if the chaos was beautiful to him."
They burst through a collapsing portal, swallowed by light.
Fade to black.
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[Scene 2 – Secret Facility | Unknown Continent | 03:23 AM]
A cavernous, dimly lit laboratory buzzes with a haunting serenity. Walls are lined with ancient tomes and twitching machinery. Bioluminescent green tubes pulse slowly, casting ghostly shadows.
In the center, seated upon a creaking, half-rusted throne of cables and gears, is a grotesque figure: a professor — part machine, part decayed flesh. His face twitches with mechanical ticks. His too many eyes blink out of sync, each one a different color.
Professor (voice glitching, deep and drawn out):
"So... someone actually defeated the Demonic Jaguar?"
He spins in his chair slowly, a twisted curiosity curling his lips into something that might be called a smile... or a warning.
Professor (leaning forward, voice lowering to a hiss):
"Tell me…
Who. Is. He?
Where does he come from?
What are his powers?
His weaknesses?"
Tell me. Tell me everything.
He chuckles. Then begins to giggle. Then laugh. It's broken. Hysterical. Unsettling.
Professor (growing manic):
"I can't wait to hear it. Teeeeell me…"
The two cloaked figures glance at each other nervously, clearly disturbed.
The professor leans further into the shadows, his metallic fingers clicking against each other like clock hands on the edge of midnight.
Professor (whispering, smiling with madness):
"Legends don't rise quietly... They scream.
And I love the sound of it."
(pauses, then glares into the void)
"I am a creator... No one surpasses me in power. In knowledge. In fear."
Suddenly, a flash of lightning slashes across the windows, illuminating twisted shadows dancing unnaturally across the walls. For a split second, the screen glitches — as though something ancient and malevolent just blinked into existence behind them.
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[Scene 3 – Akbarpur, India | Daybreak]
A sweeping aerial view opens on the hidden metropolis of Akbarpur — nestled in the folds of Uttar Pradesh. This city is not what it seems. Cloaked beneath enchanted barrier-tech and layered in secrecy, it pulses with ancient energy. Above it all towers a massive structure — half arcane temple, half futuristic fortress.
On its highest terrace, eight figures stand silhouetted against the rising sun. Their presence alone seems to bend the air around them. Each wields a relic of unspeakable power — chosen, honed, feared.
Hunter 1 (smirking, arms crossed):
"Tch. That monster? It was weak. Took hours to take it down. If I were there, I'd have ended it in seconds."
Hunter 2 (snorts, leaning on his relic-spear):
"Yeah right. With what? Your cute little 'Backlash Rejection'? Please. You'd need my help just to stay standing."
The group chuckles and bickers, sparks of rivalry lighting the air. But suddenly—
A sharp, icy wind sweeps across the terrace. Tiny crystals of frost spiral upward like snow defying gravity. Then, slicing through the sky like a comet, comes a frost-forged hoverboard, gliding with impossible grace.
It lands softly — a whisper against the stone. Atop it stands a boy with messy silver-black hair, goggles pushed to his forehead, and an unapologetically cocky grin.
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HERRY SENJU HAS ENTERED.
Herry (flashing a wink to the reader/camera):
"Yo~ What's good, readers? Been a while, huh?"
He flips a lollipop in the air, catches it between his teeth, and crunches it casually. The others turn toward him, eyes narrowing — though some smile.
Herry (playfully dramatic):
"You've made it this far — monsters, guilds, freaky professors, and even candy-fueled killers."
He steps forward, arms wide, as if stepping onto a grand stage. Behind him, the sky subtly darkens, not with clouds… but with something colder, darker. Even the sun seems to flinch.
Herry (voice sharpening):
"But from here on… this is my story."
A single petal of darkness-frost falls from the sky. It lands on his shoulder — and vanishes.
Herry (smiling with the confidence of someone who laughs in the face of death):
"Let me tell you the tale…
of the boy who laughed with darkness."
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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