The message Arc (7)

Scene: Thorn Forest

From the shadows beyond the crushed forest, a monstrous hand slowly emerged. Its arm, sheathed in stone-like scales, pulsed with a sickly, dark glow—like veins of corruption throbbing beneath hardened rock.

Moments later, another massive hand burst from the earth, clawing at the shattered ground as though dragging something ancient—forgotten—from the very bowels of the underworld itself.

The forest groaned. The air thickened.

Then— It rose.

A colossal figure, cloaked in darkness, pulled itself free from the abyss. Trees snapped like twigs beneath its weight.

Its torso, jagged and plated in overlapping scales, shimmered with veins of molten black and crimson. It has four eyes All are burning with Rage and Fury— They are not glowing, but burning with malice so old and deep, it felt primordial.

Then, it stepped forward—And the entire forest recoiled.

Trees bent away, their ancient trunks groaning as if in agony. Branches snapped. Roots tore. The earth itself shuddered beneath its weight.

Leaves burst into the air like panicked flocks of birds, scattering before a predator

The soldiers who are trained, disciplined, elite instantly leapt back on instinct. Magical Shields raised, blades drawn, senses sharpened for the clash.

But then…

The creature emerged in full.And all thoughts of resistance—of victory, of hope—melted into a cold, paralyzing dread.

It towered above them, blotting out the sunlight.

Four eyes, like burning coals soaked in blood, pierced through the night.

Its body—a grotesque fusion of monster and nightmare—was sculpted in jagged armor. Each tentacle slithered with intent, dragging across the forest floor with the sound of flesh tearing against bone.

It had no wings, yet its sheer size was nightmare—four hundred meters long, fifty meters wide, and towering at a hundred meters tall.

Its massive tail, thick as a fortress wall, coiled and slithered like a serpent's spine, gouging deep scars into the earth as it moved. Each ripple of muscle beneath its skin cracked the ground like thunder.

Its body was grotesque—stone-like scales gleamed with a sickly black sheen.

From its massive head stared four glowing eyes, each pulsing with a malevolent crimson light, like cursed stars burning through the darkness.

Each glance from those eyes was enough to make the soul tremble.

Eight monstrous legs thick as ancient trees pounded the earth with every step, sending quakes that snapped roots and sent flocks of birds fleeing in wild panic.

And trailing behind it, two slithering tentacles dragged across the forest floor with a wet, bone-chilling squelch, smearing the soil with a black poison continuously scattering on the ground. Any living thing which came in contact with poison will die eventually. On its back, a colossal armored shell rose like a spiked mountain, glinting in the moonlight—a natural fortress designed for invincibility.

But its mouth… Its mouth was a void of darkness. Rows upon rows of serrated fangs, jagged and twitching, lined its jaws—each tooth long as a sword and dripping with thick, dark saliva that hissed where it touched the ground.

Within that abyss was no light—filled with rows upon rows of serrated teeth, twitching with ravenous hunger.

And then it roared. A extremely powerful and chaotic sound wave originates breaking the silence .It wasn't just a roar—it was a vibration, a shockwave of despair. Trees splintered and collapsed in its wake. The river below hissed and frothed violently as if boiling in agony.

A sound that shattered the silence, that made the very sky tremble. All the birds exploded from the canopy, fleeing in sky in blind terror. Every beast, every insect, every living thing in the surrounding area started to run for his life.

Just a roar was enough to carve fear into the hearts of the brave, enough to turn a seasoned warrior's blood to ice. Suddenly,From the monster's mountainous body, a thick black aura began to pour—a smoky miasma that slithered through the air like a living curse. It wasn't just darkness… it was malice made visible. The kind of presence that choked your breath, that whispered death into your bones.

Then He released his killing intent.

A wave of it rolled out like a stormfront, invisible yet undeniably real. Trees withered. Birds dropped from the sky. Animals fell dead where they stood, their hearts crushed under the spiritual weight alone.

A bloodthirst so intense, so utterly horrific, it felt like it had weight—a crushing force of pure dread pressing down on the world around it.

Then came the killing intent.

And the four dragons? They froze.

Their bodies stiffened, refusing to move under the pressure of this pure, monstrous instinct to eradicate everything.Their legs screamed to run.Their hearts screamed to fight.

But their souls whispered… "You're already dead..."

Captain James squeezed his fist—so hard, his nails pierced the skin of his palm, drawing blood. He welcomed the pain.It meant he was still alive. Still fighting.

"This is it," he whispered. "If we run, we die. If we fight, we might still die... but at least we leave behind proof we existed."

Jack and Daniel nodded, their twin bond stronger than fear.

Hans clenched his teeth, eyes flicking rapidly.

Captain James gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his footing.

"This aura…" he muttered, voice trembling.

"This… isn't a beast. It's a calamity."

Jack's fingers twitched around his weapon.

Daniel's eyes darted, sweat clinging to his brow.

Hans said nothing. He was already drawing a barrier rune into the dirt..