EXT. MOUNTAIN TRAINING GROUNDS – MORNING
Shin-Ri, Maen, and Yurei stand in a circle, panting after an intense sparring session. Sylden stands with arms crossed, smiling faintly. Nyari observes from a nearby rock, sipping tea.
SYLDEN (gruffly):
Again. Rhythm, not rage. Blade, not brute.
MAEN (wheezing):
You're lucky you're cute, old man...
YUREI (focused):
My balance is better now. I can feel the wind through the sword.
SHIN-RI (tightening grip):
I need to go faster. If Lyrica sings again... I won't lose.
INT. NYARI'S HALL – THAT NIGHT – FEAST SCENE
A large wooden table filled with roasted meats, fruits, and bread. The trio, Sylden, and Nyari sit around, eating and talking.
MAEN (mouth full):
I swear, training makes me hungrier than war.
SYLDEN:
That's because your form burns more energy trying to stay alive.
NYARI (sipping wine):
At least your strikes don't look like wet noodles anymore.
YUREI (softly):
...Thank you all. I never thought I'd find peace after the silence.
SHIN-RI (serious):
This isn't peace yet. Not until I avenge Riku… and Sensei.
MAEN (quietly):
I miss them too...
A beat of silence.
SYLDEN (lifting cup):
To the fallen. And to the swords still singing.
ALL:
To the swords.
CUT TO — THE UNDERWORLD: BURNING FLAMES CITY – NIGHT
A massive training ground lit by molten rivers. Lyrica now wears battle gear, her long jacket flowing as she swings the Pop Rock Sword and the Tonal Sword with rapid grace.
Demons cheer from the sidelines. Sparks fly with every clash.
INT. BURNING FLAME PALACE – TRAINING HALL
A towering figure steps forward — Queen Elarrah, the 4th-Class Swordsdemon, muscular and elegant, lava markings running along her skin. She draws her enormous curved blade: the Magma Crescent Sword.
LYRICA (grinning):
You ready to burn with me?
ELARRAH:
Only if you can dance through the fire.
🔥 FLASHBACK: ELARRAH'S ORIGIN
Years ago. A demon arena. Elarrah, a wild berserker, bleeding and cornered. Suddenly, she discovers an ancient blade buried in the rock. The Magma Crescent Sword glows—
VOICE OF THE SWORD (deep, feminine):
Shed your fear. Become fire.
She grabs it, and erupts in flame, defeating ten demons at once. The crowd bowed. Her reign began.
CUT TO — DEMON COUNCIL CHAMBER
A long obsidian table. Seven demon officials sit. Glowing eyes. Horns. Tension thick.
COUNCILOR #1:
Daiso has fallen. The First Blade failed.
COUNCILOR #2:
The village breathes. That cannot continue.
COUNCILOR #3:
Then unleash her.
COUNCILOR #1 (grinning):
The girl with the Dark Sword.
INT. SHADOW ARENA – LATER
A new figure trains. A seductive yet deadly presence: VIVRA, a demon swordswoman with a revealing black outfit, wild dark hair, and a seductive smile. Her sword—the Dark Sword—radiates purple smoke.
She strikes down a chained creature—its soul sucked into the blade.
VIVRA (moaning faintly):
Another one for me… the sword grows so warm when I feed it.
A demon soldier kneels before her.
SOLDIER:
Vivra, you're summoned by the Queen.
VIVRA:
Tell her... I only dance if there's blood at the ball.
BACK TO VILLAGE – NIGHT
The trio rests in their rooms. Maen snoring. Shin-Ri sharpening his sword. Yurei staring out the window, sensing something.
YUREI (to herself):
The music... is warping again.
END SCENE
A shadow crosses the sky. A note pierces the wind — but it's twisted. Dark. Unnatural.
Somewhere, Lyrica hums in the flames. Vivra smiles in the shadows.
War… is about to sing again.
TO BE CONTINUED…