Episode 2 - Scene 1 - The Unknown

Location: Negative Dimension – Planet Zero

The Abyss of the Void Chamber stretched infinitely, a place where reality itself wavered under an unseen force, as if the universe bent under the weight of its own oblivion. Here, time had lost meaning. Every second was an eternity, every breath an echo of something that could have been… but never was. Existence felt like a distant memory, fragile and on the verge of dissolving into absolute nothingness.

At the heart of this sea of darkness, seven obsidian thrones rose in solemn silence. Carved by primordial forces, these relics bore the imprint of a power long lost, their surfaces smooth and pitch-black, absorbing even the faintest light. Hovering above them was the Eye of Ozen, a celestial entity whose spectral glow flickered between abyssal blue and eerie violet. Its pulsing rhythm, uneven and otherworldly, resonated through the chamber like the very heartbeat of the Void.

Around this cosmic sentinel stood seven figures, shrouded in mist, their silhouettes ancient beyond comprehension. They were not mere beings—they were incarnations of concepts, vessels of destruction bound to the void itself. Each of them embodied a Primordial Sin, a force of entropy poised to unravel the very fabric of existence.

The Lords of the Void

The first to step forward was Lucius Nocturnus, Lord of Pride. His presence alone seemed to command the universe, bending reality to his will. Each stride sent ripples through space, the very air trembling beneath the weight of his existence. He raised his obsidian ring, its dark metal swallowing the surrounding light, and uttered in a voice deep and absolute:

— "Darkness, heed my call."

The Eye of Ozen shuddered. A silent wave of nothingness rippled outward, distorting space itself, as if the very fabric of time had been torn open.

Beside him, Sephora Glottina, embodiment of Gluttony, lifted a blood-red pendant to her lips. The gemstone throbbed with a pulse of its own, hungry, insatiable. A knowing, predatory smile curled on her lips as she whispered:

— "Consume all."

At once, the Eye of Ozen ignited in a crimson blaze, radiating a heat so intense it warped the air, sending waves of burning hunger through the chamber.

Next, Goldris Dusk, Lord of Greed, moved forward. A chilling aura surrounded him, draining warmth from the air. He ran a hand over his silver bracelet, where a sapphire burned with an unnatural gleam. His voice, cold and covetous, slithered through the void:

— "Ensnare it all."

The space around him coiled inward, freezing over with a brittle, crystalline sheen. The floor beneath his feet cracked and splintered under the weight of his desire.

Orris Falconis, Lord of Conquest, stood tall, his golden ring radiating with an imperious glow. His words, spoken with the force of thunder, shattered the oppressive silence:

— "All shall kneel before me."

The Eye of Ozen quaked violently, unleashing a shockwave so powerful that the very shadows recoiled, crashing against the obsidian walls.

Meville Magnus, the Wrath Incarnate, erupted forward, clutching a jade talisman seething with barely-contained energy. With a voice that crackled like a wildfire, he roared:

— "Burn my soul to cinders!"

Flames erupted from the Eye, spiraling outward in a chaotic inferno, devouring everything in their path.

From the depths of the chamber, Sandow Spyder, Lord of Envy, slithered through the darkness, rolling a luminous green gemstone between his fingers. His voice, silken and deceitful, coiled through the air like a whispered temptation:

— "Grant me all that I desire."

The Eye flickered, then pulsed with hypnotic energy, spreading its influence like a seductive toxin, filling the void with unspoken promises.

Finally, Dorian Somnolas, the Abyssal Sloth, stirred. He barely lifted a hand, his movements sluggish, as if resisting the very act of existence. His leaden amulet shimmered dully as he murmured in a voice barely above a sigh:

— "Awaken from your eternal sleep."

From the depths of the Eye, a black mist rose, coiling through the air like sentient tendrils, winding around the thrones like serpents of shadow.

The Eye Opens

The seven incantations wove together, a symphony of darkness and forbidden power. The Eye of Ozen pulsed erratically, absorbing the chaotic energy, fusing it into a single cataclysmic force. The air grew thick with pressure, suffocating, unbearable—until suddenly…

It opened.

A blinding light tore through the chamber, illuminating the darkness in a frenzied, spiraling dance.

The very void howled in defiance, sending a shockwave of raw energy surging through the expanse, warping everything in its path.

Shadows writhed and twisted in agony, slithering across the thrones in a chaotic ballet of formless terror.

At the heart of the storm, Lucius Nocturnus turned toward his fellow Lords.

A slow, malevolent smile crept onto his lips, his piercing gaze glimmering with cruel anticipation.

— "Let the ritual of the Eighth Lunar Cycle begin."

The invocation was complete.

The wheels of fate had begun to turn.