Sir David The Killer Bee Beats

The rain over Meridian fell like liquid iron, heavy and relentless against the black stone of the palace. I wiped the mud from my journal, tracing the faded ink of my grandfather’s notes. Three generations of my family had bled for this single obsession: who were the Precursors? Why did they build the towering, silent monoliths that pierced our planet's crust, and where did they vanish without a trace? The answers were close, buried beneath layers of ancient deceit and shifting thrones. "You're chasing ghosts, scholar," a voice echoed from the hall. I turned to see darkness coalescing into a tall, familiar silhouette. It was Phobos—or what remained of him. "Is that you, Prince Phobos?" I whispered. "Yeah," the shadow sneered, his voice dripping with smooth arrogance. "But sometime ago I had to cast my old form away. Been through plenty of other identities since—these days they call me Darkness. But whatever suits you." "It's Dark...

In the Year of the Dragon, in a world far beyond the known realms, I waited. Deep within the ancient hatcheries, I watched over the clutch, holding my breath for the birth of the purple dragon of whom the prophets foretold. But the dark master had heard the prophets as well. I should have hidden the eggs long before, but I thought we were ready. I thought they were safe. Oh, how I was wrong. Far above the lower hatcheries, within the towering spires of the Sanctuary, Prince Phobos stood beside his sisters, Will Vandom, and Queen Elyon, gazing out over the vast expanse. "Since ancient days, it's been said that Kandrakar is a land that is easy to defend and impossible to attack," Phobos murmured, his voice dripping with smooth arrogance. "Its palace is situated on an island surrounded by a jagged mountain range, holding all enemies at bay." He turned his eyes toward the shimmering cosmic horizon. "Ah, Aredia... the perfect planet to add a third Heart to my co...

The heavy iron door slammed shut, echoing through the subterranean hall. "So, you're going to sell your soul? Are you sure?" The voice belonged to Prince Phobos, his golden hair catching the dim torchlight as he leaned against a pillar of carved obsidian. Beside him stood Diaz, arms crossed, and the shadow-draped figure known only as Darkness. "You’d be throwing away your life," Phobos continued, his violet eyes narrowing. "Not to mention your title as Suvall. What could you possibly hope to gain?" A lone figure stepped forward into the ring of flickering light, his knuckles bruised, his armor cracked. "I have set out to prove my strength. I can't let anything end my battles here on this earth for the next three years. If a contract is the price to keep fighting, I'll pay it." Darkness chuckled, a sound like rustling dry leaves. "It's been quite a while," Darkness said, shifting his gaze toward Diaz, Scarface, and Prince...

The heavy iron door slammed shut, echoing through the subterranean hall. "So, you're going to sell your soul? Are you sure?" The voice belonged to Prince Phobos, his golden hair catching the dim torchlight as he leaned against a pillar of carved obsidian. Beside him stood Diaz, arms crossed, and the shadow-draped figure known only as Darkness. "You’d be throwing away your life," Phobos continued, his violet eyes narrowing. "Not to mention your title as Suvall. What could you possibly hope to gain?" A lone figure stepped forward into the ring of flickering light, his knuckles bruised, his armor cracked. "I have set out to prove my strength. I can't let anything end my battles here on this earth for the next three years. If a contract is the price to keep fighting, I'll pay it." Darkness chuckled, a sound like rustling dry leaves. "It's been quite a while," Darkness said, shifting his gaze toward Diaz, Scarface, and Prince...

The sky above Kandrakar hung heavy with premonition, a vast tapestry of starless violet. Since ancient days, the Elders had spoken of this sacred realm as a fortress of absolute peace—a land effortlessly defended and impossible to attack, its grand palace perched high upon an island encased by a sheer, jagged mountain range. But as the shadows lengthened across the stone bridges, that legend was about to be put to the ultimate test. "The next new moon—that is when Lunalis Umbra warned it would happen," Will Vandom said, her voice steady despite the chill wind sweeping through the palace courtyard. "We must summon the Moon Shadow now." As if responding to her command, the sky violently fractured. Clouds whirled in unnatural spirals, churning through shades of deep indigo, emerald, and violent crimson. Out of the eye of the atmospheric storm descended a colossal celestial dragon, its scales shimmering like moonlight reflecting off dark water. Will stepped forward, loo...

The dust in the ancient atrium settled, revealing a crowd of unlikely allies standing amidst scattered scrolls and fractured marble. "This wouldn't happen to be the library, would it?" Egen asked, brushing off his sleeves as he surveyed the grand, ruined vault. "My name is Egen. It looks like we got here too late." Prince Phobos stepped forward, his eyes dark with impatience as he addressed his sister, Queen Elyion, along with Will Vandom, the Paper Sisters, and Agent Paper. "Two days ago, Kandrakar was attacked by a lone assailant," Phobos sneered, though the underlying tension was palpable. "He stole many of the rare scrolls. The Queen of Meridian demands their capture." "We have reason to believe that it was Cherubimon himself," Will Vandom interjected, clutching the Heart of Kandrakar. "But he's been dead for years!" Takuya Kanbara shouted, turning to Mr. Joker. "We can't just run out and fight—we have to ...