Chapter 6: Legacy of Blood – Echoes of the Sage

  This scene picks up immediately after the last one...

  The war chamber was still silent — but now, that silence felt both awkward and dangerous.

  The four commanders whispered among themselves, glancing at each other with shock and unease.

  Suddenly, a cold and calculated voice cut through from the gallery above:

  ?? Chief Grivon (doubtfully):

  “You’re from the Vorsten Empire yourself…

  So tell me — why should we trust you?”

  His eyes were sharp. His voice emotionless.

  “The message you sent us — about Zargan’s army and their internal operations —

  Much of that info turned out to be accurate.

  But your past… your roots… are still very suspicious.”

  Lady Seraphina (calm, but with a hint of warning):

  “You may be against the Vorsten Empire…

  But I could never betray my own people.”

  “The people of Vorsten… they’re just like everyone else.”

  ?? Marshal Ronan (snaps in anger):

  “What? Just like everyone else??”

  “Where were your people when ours were being slaughtered?”

  “Your Empire — your Vorsten — wiped out entire populations!”

  Lady Seraphina (rising intensity):

  “It was Zargan’s army that did that… not the people of Vorsten.”

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  Marshal Ronan (bitter laughter):

  “And who do you think makes up Zargan’s army? YOUR people!”

  “They’ve become monsters for him!”

  Ronan’s aura flared — spiraling flames of orange energy whirled around him.

  Seraphina lowered her head slightly. Things were spiraling out of control.

  Commander Helza (interrupts calmly):

  “If you still care so deeply about your Empire…

  Then why do you want to help us?”

  Lady Seraphina (voice trembling, but filled with burning resolve):

  “There’s only one thing I want…”

  “Zargan Valdrek’s head.”

  Her eyes turned red-violet and began to glow — but the tears falling were not water… they were blood.

  The chamber began to vibrate. Everything flickered — holotables glitched, devices filled with static.

  Volkran stayed silent.

  Ronan froze in shock.

  Grivon stared hard.

  Helza measured her with her eyes.

  ?? Helza (sharp, focused):

  “Zargan’s cruelty, his pride — we know that face well.

  But your rage… it’s not political. It’s personal.”

  “So tell us — what is your connection to him?”

  Lady Seraphina (slowly, as if unlocking a sacred truth):

  “He… was the first disciple of my master.

  And I… am the last.”

  Total silence.

  ?? Volkran (speaking for the first time, low and steady):

  “Your master… it was him, wasn’t it?”

  “The Godly Sage Astrion Valenheart.”

  ?? Grivon stiffened. Her words froze.

  ?? Helza (staring deeply):

  “So you’re… the last disciple of Astrion Valenheart… Miss Vale.”

  Everyone in the room turned toward Lady Seraphina Vale, wide-eyed and uneasy.

  None of them had ever seen the Godly Sage —

  But all had heard the legends.

  ???♂? About the Godly Sage Astrion Valenheart

  A mythical, godlike warrior mentioned in ancient scrolls, legends, and hymns across multiple timelines.

  They say:

  He fought alongside the Gods in the war against the Demon Realms.

  He mastered quantum, shadow, and astral powers.

  He was a grandmaster of every form of martial art — across worlds and realms.

  Even divine books of both the Gods and Demons mention his name.

  After countless wars… he disappeared — to meditate.

  He meditated for thousands of years.

  Then one day… he emerged again, and passed his legacy to only a handful of disciples.

  The first was: Zargan Valdrek.

  That’s why Zargan is nearly unbeatable —

  Why he has conquered so many empires —

  Because he holds a divine legacy.

  And now Seraphina — who is actually the scientist Ransoku trapped in this form — claims to be one of those disciples too.

  Scene Ends —

  The room was no longer silent.

  The room now felt… sacred.

  Everyone was staring at Seraphina — not as a spy, or a soldier, or an ally…

  But as something else:

  The last warrior chosen by the Sage himself.

  And Zargan… wasn’t just an enemy anymore —

  He was a fallen brother of that divine legacy.

  ? If you thought Lady Seraphina was just another defector… think again.

  Zargan isn’t just an enemy — he’s family.

  A fallen legacy.

  A war between disciples is about to begin.

  ?? What would you do if your greatest enemy was once your master’s first student?