Scene Changes, Zahir Returns to The Hell Realm of the Sun's Core, it was a place only Sun Brooch Holder and his allies could withstand. Zahir recalls his mistakes while fighting Lunéviel and Bastin's father. The air shimmered with unbearable heat, warping the very fabric of reality. The ground was a molten sea, shifting and bubbling with liquid fire, while the sky burned in a never-ending inferno.
At the center of it all, a castle stood, wreathed in flames—built from the sun's very essence.
Inside, Zahir-Shamranuddin-Ahfzek paced like a raging storm. His fist slammed against a burning wall, sending embers scattering.
"Dhat! How foolish of me!" he spat, his voice trembling with fury. "I sacrificed Göll! I could have killed that bastard Noctis!"
His teeth clenched, his fists tightening. His gaze flickered toward the remains of Göll, his once-mighty fire spirit. The embers of its presence barely flickered in the scorching air.
"Why did you have to die, Göll? I even fed you that man's straw clothes!"
A weak, fading voice whispered back.
"Master… you only used lethal heating on that man…"
Zahir froze. His mind replayed the battle, the moment his flames had engulfed Sheem.
"Even with a body temperature of 495°C… he was alive?"
Behind him, Calcifer, his second living flame, let out a low chuckle.
"He was a total beast."
Zahir snapped his head around, eyes burning with frustration.
"You! Göll is dead, but you just stood there! Why didn't you help me, Calcifer?"
Calcifer shrunk back slightly, heat flickering nervously.
"Ah… my lord… without Göll, I feel powerless and terrified. I still need to… work on it."
Zahir exhaled sharply, mocking him.
"Don't be terrified. I'm thinking of something else now…" His eyes darkened. "But… I wonder… where is the brooch?"
His gaze flickered to the floor, deep in thought.
"That man didn't have it. So where could it be?"
Before the question could linger too long, the air rippled, and a figure appeared, levitating between the roaring flames.
A young girl, barely fourteen, her crimson eyes glowing, her presence unsettling yet elegant.
Lady Erythros Galanis, the Psychic Brooch Holder.
Zahir's lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Ah, Lady Galanis. Thank you for bringing me here."
Erythros floated effortlessly, her silken robes billowing despite the fire, her expression unreadable.
"My pleasure."
Zahir's gaze flickered to the brooch on her chest. The Psycho Brooch shimmered ominously, pulsing like a heartbeat.
"Your brooch, Psycho… it looks rather pretty."
Erythros's smirk wavered just slightly.
She let out a soft, almost amused laugh.
"Now, I shall leave. Call me anytime you wish to return to Earth."
She raised a hand, and with a whisper of power—
"Psychos Teleportus!"
A burst of dark red energy engulfed her, and in an instant, she was gone.
As soon as the energy dissipated, Calcifer stiffened. His eyes widened in realization.
"Sir… don't tell me… you're planning to steal the Psycho Brooch?!"
Zahir let out a slow, dangerous chuckle.
"Wonder, I do! How did you know that, Calcifer?"
Calcifer gasped, heat flickering wildly.
"No way!"
Zahir turned to him, his expression unreadable.
"Do you have any objections?"
Calcifer hesitated, then shook his head quickly.
"No, Master… it's not that. I… just sparked some care for you."
Calcifer swallowed, then whispered.
"Do you remember the last time Qing Gang Zee, the ruler of China, wore two brooches? They burst and became Titan Brooches. He died… in front of everyone."
Zahir crossed his arms, unbothered.
"That's true. But my case is different."
He turned to the flames, his eyes burning with ambition.
"Calcifer, you were born when Luméon—the unrecognizable creature—wore two brooches. And Göll? He was born when Nyxath wore two. Are those legends really true? I don't know."
A sharp grin spread across his lips.
"But I do know one thing."
The flames around them roared higher, licking the ceiling.
"If the Sun or Moon Brooch is worn with another brooch… a magical collaboration happens."
Calcifer whispered, almost inaudible.
"That sounds… greedy."
Zahir ignored him, his gaze fixed on the inferno.
"Today, we fought for Sheem. If Sheem and the Sun Brooch combine… they form a single brooch—Lunarclipso."
He tilted his head, voice dripping with hunger.
"With it, I can nullify the Moon Brooch's power. And then… I can take the Moon Brooch too."
Calcifer shifted uneasily.
"That seems… dangerous."
Zahir's smirk only widened.
"Now… let's begin the plan."
A deep, eerie chuckle echoed in the flames.
And then—
Göll's weak, ghostly voice joined in.
"Let's."
Their laughter merged, dark and menacing, echoing through the burning castle.
Calcifer watched in dread.
"They look insane…"
~Scene Changes
Far from the burning inferno of the Sun's Core, beneath an endless sky of silvery twilight, lay the Kingdom of the Moon, where only the Holder of Lunalis Brooch could enter on his own.
Here, the air was weightless, glowing faintly with silver luminescence. Crystal castles floated above the abyss, their spires reaching toward the distant stars. The ground was made of pure moonstone, shimmering like frozen stardust.
It was a realm untouched by time—cold, serene, eternal.
But tonight, the silence was broken.
A Moon Bubble zipped through the glowing pathways of the Lunar Palace, moving at an unnatural speed. Inside it, Lunéviel Noctis sat, his body slightly slumped, his breath uneven.
His hands gripped his brooch tightly, the once radiant glow of Lunalis flickering like a dying ember.
"Moony! Bring me another Moonstone! This one's about to die!"
A soft, fluttering sound echoed in the chamber.
From the shadows, a small, glowing creature emerged—a tiny, spherical being, its translucent body pulsating with pale white light.
It hovered toward him, humming in a series of strange, high-pitched noises.
"Uhee, fuguee hieee heee uhee!"
Lunéviel extended his hand, and Moony pressed a fresh Moonstone against his brooch.
A dull pink glow spread across the gem, restoring its energy.
Lunéviel exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Ah… I overused it again."
His gaze softened as he looked at Moony, the tiny creature that had served him for years. He reached out, running his fingers over its soft, light-like form.
"You saved me. Thank you."
Moony let out a delighted, whirling sound, spinning in the air.
"Fieee! eee!"
The two moved forward through the floating bridges of solid moonlight, the cold glow of the Lunar Kingdom reflecting in Lunéviel's eyes.
But beneath the calm… something dark lurked within him.
His mind raced, replaying the battle.
If the energy of Moonstone Haven had expired…
Constantinople would have been obliterated.
Or at the very least… Zahir would be dead.
His fingers curled slightly. His jaw clenched.
"Sheem, that fool, was wise enough to come without his brooch. But that piece of filth, Zahir… he killed him."
His lips curled into a dark grin.
"I would have kept him alive… tortured him until he told me where the Sheem Brooch was."
His eyes burned with hatred.
"But that brat ruined everything."
A sharp exhale, and then…
A slow, eerie smile crept onto his lips.
"No problem."
He tilted his head, his eyes glinting like sharpened steel.
"I am sure the brooch is with his child."
A pause.
Then, his voice dropped to a whisper.
"And once I find that child… the Sun will be mine."
A low chuckle escaped him, cold and calculating. It grew louder, creeping up his throat until it became a spine-chilling laugh.
The castle walls trembled from the eerie resonance.
"No power will stop me… HAHAHAHAHA!"
Moony flinched, its glowing form flickering with nervous energy.
"Uhee… uhee…" it whimpered softly.
But Lunéviel was lost in his own rising madness.
His laughter echoed through the Lunar Kingdom, drowning out the silent hum of the cosmic void beyond.