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🌋 Scene: Cliffs above Forge Zero – Dusk

FX: The sky is blood-orange. Storm clouds gather slowly behind the obsidian peaks. The world feels heavy, holding its breath. ⛰️⚡

[Visual: Riven sits cross-legged atop a forgeplate overlooking the valley. The broken soulbrand — cracked, ancient, still faintly warm — rests across her knees.]

Riven (thinking):

"This piece once made me kneel."

"Now I'll make it rise."

[Kaelith steps up behind her, arms crossed.]

[Kaelith]:

"You're not going to melt it down?"

[Riven]:

"No."

[She raises it. The blackened edge flickers like fire.]

"I'm going to teach it a new shape."

🔨 Scene: The Soulforge Rekindled

[Visual: Riven lowers the brand onto the ancient anvil. Her hand glows faintly as the forge responds — blue and gold flame licking the edges.]

[FX: Sparks fly — but not from heat. From memory. Each strike echoes with voices long silenced.]

Whisper (from the brand):

"What shape… do you choose?"

[Riven lifts the blade end and bends the arc. The old sigil — ∞ — bends, then splits. She strikes again. Sparks flare.]

Riven (thinking):

"They wanted obedience."

"I choose flame."

[Kaelith watches, silent. The brand glows brighter with every strike. It no longer looks like a seal. It looks like a crescent blade, etched with fire-lines — like veins through steel.]

[FX: Final strike — the blade shrieks as the last piece fuses. Then silence.]

The forge dies.

The flame remains.

⚔️ Scene: Naming the Weapon

[Riven lifts the newly forged crescent blade. Her reflection stares back at her — not Elara. Not Ariyenna. Only herself.]

Riven (out loud):

"Your name… is Ashcrown."

"Not made to bind. Made to break."

[FX: The blade pulses. A golden flame burns down its edge — not hot. Pure.]

🌫️ Scene: Test of Will – Spirit Echo

[Suddenly, the wind stops. The world flickers white. She's pulled into a vision — not memory, trial.]

[Visual: She stands surrounded by faceless wraiths — echo-versions of her past: Elara, Ariyenna, the hollow child.]

[They speak together, one voice]:

"You are Flameborn. But flame consumes."

"What will you do when fire touches him?"

[Riven clutches Ashcrown. Tightens her jaw.]

Riven:

"If Mordaviel burns in it, then that's his choice."

"But I won't forge anyone into anything again. Not even him."

[FX: The wraiths vanish. The trial ends. The sky opens again.]

🕊️ Scene: Final Moments

[Kaelith walks up beside her.]

[Kaelith]:

"…It's beautiful."

[Riven smiles, for the first time in days.]

[Riven]:

"It's mine."

[Final Visual: Riven ties the crescent-blade Ashcrown across her back. The clouds above rumble — as if the world just noticed what she's done.]

Somewhere distant, Mordaviel breathes in slowly.

He feels the new flame in the world.

He does not smile this time.

⚔️ TO BE CONTINUED…