Pawns, Kings, and the Divine Collapse

The capital of the Holy Empire buzzed with rumors.An attack in the sacred gardens.A bishop wielding corrupted light.And the Mirrorborn — alive.

For the first time in centuries, the Church of Eternal Light called for an Emergency Conclave.

Inside the Grand Sanctum, the High Priests sat beneath golden spires, the air thick with divine pressure. Each represented a kingdom, a domain of influence. Together, they were meant to be the voice of the gods.

But fear was now their silent language.

Scene: The Conclave Begins

Archbishop Lorian banged his staff. "Order! Order!"

"We are under siege," declared Cardinal Elra. "A former bishop has turned! Kael Arcanis walks again! And worst—"

"He didn't walk," interrupted High Priest Krael. "He reflected reality and bent it. Our scouts say even divine constructs shattered like glass."

The room fell silent.

Finally, someone said what they were all afraid to voice:

"What if the gods can't help us?"

Whispers turned into chaos.

Then came the announcement that ended all doubt.

[Holy Revelation Failed. Communication with Celestial Plane: Blocked.]

The gods were silent.

The stars dimmed.

And in the shadows of the sanctum, a black envelope appeared, fluttering unnaturally against gravity.

Everyone froze.

The seal was crimson wax, shaped like a smiling fox.

Only one organization used that symbol.

The Loyal Dog Organization.

Message Contents (Read Aloud by Archbishop Lorian):

"To the ever-faithful, ever-blind clergy:

You had your chance to rule the world through light.

You failed.

Now darkness will teach you obedience.

This is not a threat.

This is a lesson.

With love,

—The Villain King."

The envelope vanished.

Several priests collapsed from soul pressure alone. Others screamed divine prayers. But no light came.

Archbishop Lorian crushed his staff into the floor.

"They're mocking us! Declare war! Every knight, every priest, every hidden artifact—unleash them all!"

Scene: Loyal Dog Headquarters

Priyanshu stood before an ancient map of the continent.

Beside him stood Kael Arcanis, Queen Merila of the Northern Reavers, and a newly introduced member: The Black Puppetmaster, a mysterious strategist whose face was veiled.

Priyanshu smiled.

"They think they're declaring war on us."

Kael chuckled. "But we already own their weapons, their kings, and their gods."

Queen Merila raised a brow. "Even the heavens?"

Priyanshu turned.

"I rewrote the scripts of fate. Even the heavens follow my shadow now."

The Black Puppetmaster spoke for the first time, voice a soft melody, "Shall I begin collapsing their faith structures from within?"

Priyanshu nodded.

"Collapse the dogma. Replace it with doubt. When a believer hesitates… a villain is born."

Meanwhile: In a Remote Village

A child knelt before a shattered temple, crying for a miracle.

None came.

But a man in a black coat did. He handed the boy a fruit.

"Want strength?"

The boy nodded, eyes wide.

"That's all it takes," the man whispered. "No gods. Just choice."

And in that moment, a new piece moved on the board.

[System Update: World Alignment Shift Detected][Total Faith-Based Domains Diminished by 13%][Loyal Dog Influence Level: Global]

Priyanshu looked at the map once more, eyes glowing.

"One by one… kings fall. Gods die. And villains—villains rewrite history."