Amber of its cruelity

📜 SCENE — THE HUNT CONTINUES

[Fuko carries Kon carefully in his arms — like a protective cradle hold, Kon's head resting limp against his chest.]

Fuko (steady whisper to Kon): Leave it to me, my Lord.

[Remji steps up, cracking his neck, eyes scanning the shadows.]

Remji: I'll handle the strays. Don't worry about the Entities.

[Fuko walks off with Kon, disappearing into the mist. Cut to Victor moving through a ruined street — blood on his blade.]

[A small girl stands ahead, holding a cracked doll.]

Girl (tilts her head): Hey uncle… where's my home?

Victor (cold stare, tightens grip on sword): Tch. A trap.

[He slashes the girl in half — cloth and stuffing spill out instead of blood. The doll twitches, reforming.]

[A tall figure drops behind Victor — Fokos.]

Fokos: Nice swing, old man — but you're next.

Victor (smirks, steps back): Just as I expected. You're the ones in our way, huh?

[Suddenly, Fuko appears beside Victor — still carrying Kon in one arm, his other hand ready on his blade.]

Fuko: Blade Art — Form of United Destruction, 47th Stance.

[He slashes at Fokos — sparks fly. Fokos blocks, but sees Kon's sleeping face in Fuko's hold — freezes.]

Fokos (horrified whisper): It's him…

Fuko (confused): What are you muttering?

Fokos (backs away, trembling): That monster… in your arms — do you even know?

[FLASHBACK — Fokos's memory: Kon, covered in blood, rips through Fokos's old team — feeding on them like a beast. Screams. Torn flesh. Endless hunger.]

Fokos (panting, back in present): He devoured my entire squad… He's the Blood Sovereign!

Fuko (snaps): Shut it!

[Victor teleports behind Fokos — blade glows.]

Victor: United Art of Balance — 79th Form.

[A single cut. Fokos's head falls. Blood mist.]

[Fuko lifts Kon higher, hugging him protectively.]

Fuko (to Remji): Take care of the rest — I'll keep him safe.

[Suddenly, Futumi appears, giggling — her doll army twitches around her feet.]

Futumi (creepy grin): Hehehe… you people can't beat my brother's gifts…

[One doll twitches — Jazo's corpse, reanimated, lunges forward.]

Fuko (angry): Enough!

[Kon's horse spirit emerges, slides a glowing ring onto Kon's limp finger.]

Horse Spirit: This is Lord Kon's Regeneration Ring. It will heal his body from within — even under the Amber Moon.

[Kon's wounds slowly close. His eyes flutter — but he stays faint, his breathing steadier.]

Fuko (grips sword, eyes burning): No more games. Blade Cutter — Destruction Form!

[He shatters Futumi's dolls in one swing — lunges at Futumi herself — but suddenly: Kon's hand shoots out, catching Fuko's wrist mid-swing.]

Fuko (startled): Lord Kon—?!

[Kon's eyes half-open, voice calm but cold.]

Kon: Don't kill her.

Fuko (protesting): Why—?

Kon (weak smile to Victor): The sharp injection. Now.

Victor: As you wish.

[Victor stabs the needle into Futumi's neck — she shrieks. Kon steps forward, hand on her chest — rips out her heart. Places her teddy bear on her chest — gentle, mock kindness.]

Kon (whispers to dying Futumi): You would've been such a good little girl…

Futumi's body:

Her body just transform into like a yak, big shape, big humped back, fur all over but mix with doll parts — you can see stitch lines, her arms look like beast legs with claws but parts still have that toy plush stuck on it.

Her face still long, teddy bear style but stretched, button eyes weird big, mouth like stitched grin but open and growl.

Her back look like big beast back, daikue style, heavy spine part show up, some parts hard like plates, some soft fur.

When she walk or move, small doll pieces hang on fur, shake around.

She sound like yak grunt mix teddy giggle, kinda messed up.

Kon (watches, voice icy): Now we know where Lalo hides

Kon stands with the rope in his hand, the twisted yak-creature beside him — its big, long teddy-bear face drooling, body trembling like a beast but still with a broken childish innocence left in its eyes.

Lalo, seeing this horror, mutters:

Lalo: "Damn it… I hoped you didn't… kill my sister…"

Kon, calm, cold, the rope slack in his fingers:

Kon: "Yeah, we didn't kill your sister…"

He tugs the rope — the yak-doll beast lumbers forward, eyes searching for its master like a lost pet.

Lalo: "What joke is this? A yak? This isn't her! Where are your dogs — your two servants?!"

Kon smirks, eyes half-closed in mock pity.

Kon: "Look at your feet. They're dead. All of them. And this…"

He strokes the beast's long fuzzy face, blood still dripping.

Kon: "If you really look close… who always clutched a teddy bear, hmm?"

The yak-doll's mouth opens, a pitiful, animal squeal — half-voice, half-childish.

Lalo's eyes widen, a flashback:

> "Brother! I wanna be the best! I wanna be with you forever — and my teddy too!"

A little girl hugging her doll, eyes bright. The memory rips him apart.

Lalo: "…You… monster… What did you do to her?"

Kon's smile splits wide — too wide, inhuman:

Kon: "I can always go more selfish. More cruel. For my goal? Nothing is spared. No one stops me."

Lalo, tears welling: "What… do you even want from me?"

Kon walks close — touches Lalo's chest with two fingers, soft as if comforting him — then… cracks him to stone, all at once.

Kon: "Your body."

Stone spreads up Lalo's neck — he freezes, mouth locked open, eyes wide.

Kon turns away, not even looking back.

Kon: "A shame. This fight wasn't worth the scream — you're only human-level filth. Now you're useful, at least."

He pets the trembling yak-doll again.

Kon: "…Monsters like us have to stay hungry."

He smiles. And the base echoes with silence.

Scene:

Kon stands — same black coat, floating in the air

His hair short drifts a bit with the wind.

Red sky behind him.

His expression is blank.

He says, calm, almost to himself:

> Kon: "Ig there should be something I should be feeling."

Scene:

Kon stands in his black floating coat, sword at his side — blood-red sky.

Suddenly — a hooded figure in a long red cloth flies behind him.

Victor:

> "My lord — behind you!"

Kon dodges — swift.

He summons his sword — metal glints in the air.

The hooded figure — Carlo — raises an army: corpses, like zombies, swarm Kon, Victor, and Fuko.

Zombies rush with old swords —

Kon throws his sword straight through one — the blade pierces two heads — then spins back, landing in his palm again.

He blocks an attack — dodges — steps back — fighting with one hand, slashing heads off calmly.

Another zombie lunges too close — Kon decapitates it mid-step, says nothing, just keeps moving through them.

Beside him, Fuko clears more with his blades — quick, ruthless.

Kon teleports behind Carlo — blade flashes — Carlo tries to turn but Kon plants the sword straight through his chest.

Kon (coldly):

> "Now you can't move. Carlo… the right hand, I may assume? Or just using Lalo as a puppet — because I knew you'd come, once I took this gem."

Carlo (coughing, smirking):

> "I don't care really. Evil magician, remember? I'm not the only one you'll be facing."

Kon (leaning in):

> "You're famous for zombies… witchcraft too. But remember…"

Kon lifts the blade — slight smile —

"…you're here to fight someone you can't beat so easily — i am someone who kills people with out even hesitation the powerful evil magicain."

Kon slices — Carlo's head falls.

The scene ends — blood mist, Kon's coat drifting in the red dusk.