Enchanted Dominion: Phantom’s Descent into the Hollow Bastion Grunge Rock Type Beat

"Why aren't you asleep, boy?"

The voice echoed through the crumbling halls of the castle, low and gravelly, like stone grinding against stone. The boy turned, his eyes wide, reflecting the pale shimmer of moonlight that filtered through shattered stained glass. The speaker was a man cloaked in tattered robes, his face half-hidden beneath a hood stitched with celestial runes.

"That fool Sora cast a spell to put everyone in this castle into a deep slumber," the man continued, stepping closer. "And yet here you stand, awake. Why?"

The boy hesitated. He didn’t know. He had awoken in the Hall of Echoes, surrounded by bodies frozen in time—servants, knights, even the Queen herself, their dreams stitched shut by Sora’s final incantation.

"They say celestial maidens came to take him away," the man muttered, almost to himself. "Wreathed in light, singing in tongues no mortal should hear. He did real of destruction—that much I am sure of."

The boy remembered the stories. Sora, the court mage, brilliant and broken, had opened the Gate. Not a door, not a portal—something older. Something that pulsed beneath the castle’s foundations, sealed by blood and prophecy. When it opened, the sky cracked. The stars wept. And the castle fell into silence.

"There were only twelve survivors from the day the Gate opened," the man said, his voice trembling. "And all of us have gone through the transformation."

He pulled back his hood. His eyes were silver, glowing faintly. His skin shimmered with a faint, translucent sheen, like glass stretched over starlight. The boy gasped. He had seen the same glow in his own reflection.

"Maybe this is just our fate," the man whispered. "To be awake in a world that sleeps. To carry the memory of what Sora did. To bear the mark of the Gate."

Outside, the wind howled. The castle groaned. And somewhere deep below, the Gate pulsed once more—like a heartbeat, like a warning.

The boy stepped forward. "If this is our fate," he said, "then we must find the others. The twelve. We must understand what we’ve become."

The man smiled, a sad, knowing smile. "Then come, boy. The dream is over. 

The reckoning begins."

 Soundbites from Tokko,  Inuyasha, , Kingdom Hearts, Sailor Moon, Boruto, Yugioh & Card Captor           With  Samples from  Misfits, 3 Doors Down, Sabbath, Pearl Jam, Curtiss King & Aerosmith

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