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[Scene: Royal Citadel — Sanctum of the Flame — Deep beneath the throne]

FX: Dripping molten stone, the sound of bones cracking 🔥💀

FX: Low chanting in a dead language

[Visual: Crown Prince Lucien kneels before a massive obsidian altar. Blood flows from a silver bowl carved with old gods' names.]

He's shirtless, arms stretched wide. His back is covered in runes — glowing, burning, alive.

[Lucien] (voice low, echoing):

"Elara has broken the seal. The Forge is awakened."

[Voice from the altar – ancient, multi-toned]:

"Then the world must be reforged… in your name."

[Flashbacks flicker through Lucien's mind — Elara's trial, her mercy, her refusal to kill.]

Lucien (thinking):

"She was meant to be a weapon. My weapon. Instead, she chose to inspire."

[Lucien] (smiling coldly):

"If they need a god… I'll give them a monster."

[Scene: Crown Citadel — Throne Room]

FX: Glass shatters overhead as magical lightning strikes the dome 🌩️

[Visual: Lucien stands before his royal court. Dozens of nobles, generals, and High Mages kneel.

He's no longer in royal robes.

Now he wears black armor etched in golden bone, a crown of flame hovering above his head — burning but never consumed.

[Lucien] (commanding):

"Summon the Heralds. Call the Seraphim. Light the Red Banner."

[General]:

"My lord… if we mobilize everything now, we risk collapsing the Gate Network—"

[Lucien] (sharp):

"Elara has moved the people. I will move the stars."

[Scene: Hidden Chamber – Lucien's personal mirror room]

He stands before seven golden mirrors.

Each reflects not his body — but his soul in seven broken forms:

The child he once was

The tyrant he is now

The thing he plans to become

[Lucien] (to himself):

"She doesn't realize… every time she refuses to kill…"

[He touches the mirror — and it cracks.]

[Lucien]:

"…She becomes the perfect martyr."

[Scene Shift: Varos – Temple Library]

FX: Pages flipping in windless air 📖

Elara paces in front of an ancient scroll, her eyes wide.

[Elara]:

"The Red Judge called him a god-killer. What does that mean?"

[Priestess Ilhara]:

"Lucien is not ascending. He's devouring."

Kaelith (watching her):

"She's changed. Her presence is heavier… her questions sharper."

[Auren enters – holding a sealed letter, marked in black wax]

[Auren]:

"It's from a contact in the Capital. We have ten days."

[Kaelith]:

"Until what?"

[Auren]:

"Until Lucien completes the Crownkiller Ritual. When he finishes, he won't need armies. He'll just point — and nations will fall."

[Scene: Royal Observatory – Night – Lightning splits the sky]

[Lucien stands on a platform, robes whipping in stormwind. Below him, cities kneel.]

FX: CHOIR OF DEAD VOICES RISES 🎶

A colossal, ethereal structure — the Celestial Crown — hovers above the palace.

It is forming.

[Lucien]:

"This is not godhood. This is correction."

He raises a single hand.

[FX: The city of Calderon explodes in white fire — no warning. No mercy. Thousands vanish.]

[Scene: Varos — Shock spreads]

[Messenger arrives, breathless]:

"Calderon… is gone. The earth itself turned to glass."

[Elara] (voice barely above a whisper):

"He's started."

[Kaelith] (furious):

"We have to strike now."

[Auren]:

"No. Not yet. We don't have the numbers."

[Elara] (quietly):

"We don't need numbers."

They both look at her.

[Elara]:

"If he's becoming a god… then I'll meet him as what I am now."

[Kaelith]:

"And what's that?"

[Elara] (glowing eyes, soulblade appearing in her hand):

"Not his weapon. Not his mirror."

[Elara]:

"I am his counterweight."

[Final Scene: Lucien sitting on his throne of bone and glass, staring into the flames of a soul-furnace.]

[Lucien] (smiling to himself):

"Come, Elara. Let me show you what happens when the gods stop listening."

⚔️ TO BE CONTINUED…