RubyScarlett

In a world where powerful clans fight to protect humanity from the dark forces known as Oscuros, Takumi Hinoyama, a young member of the Hyakuren clan, struggles to understand his own connection to the fire spirit that courses through his veins. As massive, deadly Oscuros appear across the city, Takumi finds himself caught in the chaos and danger that threatens to consume everything.

When a mysterious figure known only as Crimson begins attacking the city, his power seems far beyond anything the clans have faced before. With the president of the Hyakuren clan going missing after a confrontation with Crimson, Takumi and his companions must navigate the turmoil and uncover the truth behind this enigmatic figure.

As Takumi grows stronger and learns more about the dangerous forces at play, he must decide whether to follow the orders of his leaders or risk everything to save the president—and perhaps the world itself—from an unseen and terrifying fate.

Blaze In The Rising Darkness

The situation in the city had spiraled into absolute chaos. Oscuros—huge, terrifying creatures that seemed to come from the darkest corners of existence—were wreaking havoc at every turn. They tore through the city with wild abandon, destroying anything in their path. Buildings crumbled, streets cracked open, and fires raged in the wake of their rampage. People ran for their lives, their faces twisted in fear as they tried to escape the deadly chaos.

The Tetsuō clan, known for their powerful defenses and relentless protection of the city, had been completely decimated. No one could have anticipated such an overwhelming assault. Crimson, with his strange and dark power, had struck at the heart of the clan, slaughtering every one of its members. The city's primary line of defense was now gone, leaving the civilians vulnerable and exposed.

The remaining clans had been forced to act quickly, but they were scattered, and their strength was divided. Although they fought valiantly against the oscuros, the numbers were overwhelming. Each battle seemed like a losing one, with little hope for the future. The blood moon was still hours away, but the night had already fallen into madness.

To make matters worse, the presidents, the last remaining leaders who could unite the clans, were gone. Their absence left a gaping hole in the city's defense, and there were whispers of desperation among the remaining forces. Who would step up to lead them? Was there even time to regroup, or had the city already fallen to its doom?

Meanwhile, in a dark dungeon somewhere, red light flickered across the stone walls. A woman stood alone, her eyes focused on the faint glow.

"The blood moon, huh?" she muttered quietly, her voice calm, yet filled with some unseen knowledge.

The woman sighed softly, her expression unchanged. "Such a tragedy," she murmured, her voice carrying a sense of quiet sorrow. "The world teeters on the edge, and yet, it's all so... predictable." She paused, as if contemplating the events unfolding outside. "My condolences to those who still think they can fight against fate."

She glanced at the darkened surroundings. "It seems there's no other choice," she said quietly. "If the world's heading down this path, I'll have to play my part, whether I like it or not."

She had striking ruby-red hair that flowed softly down her back. Her eyes were the same deep red, giving off a faint glow, almost as if they carried the light of the moon. Her face was beautiful, with delicate features and smooth, glowing skin. She wore a dark robe, fitting her form perfectly, decorated with subtle patterns. It was the kind of outfit that made her look both graceful and mysterious. She had a calm, intelligent presence, the kind that made it clear she wasn't just a pretty face.

Chapter 3- The Prisoner Below?