Under a Shattered Moon: Heart of Earth, Darkness, and Egen Operation Sleeping Books Album Outro
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 Phobos. "Look at what Agent Paper wrote on the scrolls."
Before anyone could decipher the shimmering ink on the parchment, the obsidian wall fractured. A violent shockwave blew outward, tearing through the underground hall and ripping open a gateway directly into the grand vault above.
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 out of the smoke, 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."
"Demand all you want, Phobos," Will Vandom countered, her hand instinctively flying to the glowing Heart of Kandrakar at her neck. "Those scrolls aren't just historical records—they hold the binding seal for the realm's dark contracts. If Darkness and your Suvall warrior use them, it won't just be Meridian that falls."
Agent Paper stepped between the factions, her expression grim as she gestured toward the glowing script scattered across the stone floor. "The contract isn't finished yet," she warned, ink-stained paper floating around her fingers like defensive shields. "The scrolls demand a trade. Whoever binds their soul to this earth for three years isn't just fighting for strength—they're tethering all our worlds to the same catastrophic fate."
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