Scene 1: Ash & the Medicine
A cold, sterile room buzzed with soft machinery. Inside, Ash stood before a cryogenic chamber, resting his palm against the glass. Inside, Aoi slept—frozen in stasis, her body suspended between life and death.
Behind him, a short, sharp-eyed man in a stained doctor’s coat passed him a glowing vial of blue-green fluid.
“Thirty percent off, as usual,” said the old man, his voice raspy but lighthearted.
Dr. 0.
Homo Arcanus, C-Class: Regenerative Biofield
Underground physician. Biohacker. Questionable ethics. Trusted friend.
Ash bowed slightly, clutching the vial.
“I can never repay your magnanimity, Doc. Thank you so much.”
Dr. 0 chuckled, not even looking up from the screen he was tapping away at.
“You can thank me by sending over more data on that fascinating body of yours.”
Ash smirked, shifting his gaze back to Aoi.
“Got any clue what’s going on with me yet?”
Dr. 0 stopped typing.
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“Not a damn idea. You’re beyond classification, my boy.”
“You don’t register as any of the five Homo branches… It’s as if you were born… outside evolution.”
Ash raised an eyebrow.
“Come again?”
“Your body—every time it breaks, it rebuilds stronger. Faster. Smarter. I’ve never seen that in any human—or Chimera, Arcanus, Bellator, Aeternus, or Mirandus.”
“It’s like you’re running an infinite Overdrive loop, constantly adapting beyond your last state. Almost… like it’s preparing for something bigger.”
Before Ash could ask more, his phone buzzed. He stepped outside to take the call.
“Yo, what’s up, wait… what?!, slow down, what do you mean by the whole sector?!… HOW?!”
“The entirety of sector-8 was demolished?!”
Ash froze in disbelief, his voice echoing down the alleyway behind the clinic.
That’s when a familiar female voice broke his shock.
“Ash!”
A young woman sprinted toward him—short leather jacket, boots scuffed, a wild mess of silver-blue hair behind her. Her eyes were serious.
“Luna…?”
(Not his actual sister, but the closest thing he had.)
“What are you doing here?”
“You need to get back to the underground. Now.” she said urgently.
“Wait—what’s going on?!”
“What you just heard from Alex is true. Sector-8 is gone.”
“And because of that… the Blood-Moon Gathering has been called.”
Ash blinked. The Blood-Moon Gathering was a myth. A war council of monsters. It hadn’t been called in decades.
“I’ll get Aoi back to the hospital, safe and sound. You best get moving.”
She pushed him forward. Ash looked back once, hesitating—then ran.
“(An entire sector… gone. Because of one misunderstanding…? What the hell is happening?)”
Scene 2: Sector-7 — The Manager’s Office
Four hours earlier…
The office of Sector-7’s manager was quiet. Clean. Dimly lit.
At the center sat a man in a buttoned vest and wire-rimmed glasses, calmly signing off on a mountain of documents. But his posture, the way his muscles flexed under the sleeves… this was no ordinary bureaucrat.
Henry Zelenskyy
Former Champion of Sector-7.
Now its cold, calculating manager.
Homo Bellator: Classified.
He paused. The light in the room dimmed, unnaturally.
A breeze blew across the office—but the windows were sealed.
Henry set his pen down, slowly removing his glasses and staring into the corner of the room.
A pulse of air—
And Agent-7 appeared from the shadows, kneeling, holding a blood-red envelope.
No words were spoken. None were needed.
Henry accepted the envelope. He didn’t open it. He didn’t have to.
He immediately dialed a number.
“It’s me. Send Owen and Eve to the office. Now.”
He ended the call with a soft click, then exhaled deeply.
(Damn it all…)
Outside, the storm was already brewing.
Narrator:
“And so… the wheels turns once again.
An entire sector erased, without hesitation.
A call to war made in shadows.
And in silence, the world’s deadliest rulers began to move.”
The Blood-Moon Gathering had begun.
End of Chapter 5
