Scene 0☄️ — The Shatter{prologue} 2022 NOVEMBER 15 SATURDAY.
Seven scientists gather in the shadows: Kent Lockhood, Vila Kington, Quan Warden, Lisa Paloma, Garry Black, Frankstein Freeman, Layla Olfe.
They discover a mysterious energy leaking from an abandoned house.
Kent: Prepare Protocol: S.H.A.T.T.E.R. Now, Dr. Hann.
Vila: Human evolution is coming… really soon.
The scientists begin kidnapping humans, experimenting, dumping them into cages.
Garry: Fucking monsters. Always screeching and screaming.
Lisa: I know, right. Useless. I think we should take the mutagen for ourselves.
Garry: Yes… haha. I love that plan.
Lisa: We'll be the strongest of all!
A mutant overhears them. Kent walks past.
Mutant: Hey… he… hey…!
Kent: What, bro? Damn.
Mutant: The other two… they want the mutagen… for themselves…
Kent's face shifts from confusion to rage.
Kent: What? Who?!
Mutant: Na…me… Gar… something… The mutant collapses unconscious.
Kent [THINKING]: Garry. Of course. And someone else… I need to find out who the fuck is plotting this. But first…
Kent confronts Vila.
Kent: We need to shut this down.
Vila: This is human evolution!
Kent: Vila—!
Vila screams, pulls a gun, and shoots Kent in the chest. Kent falls, bleeding.
Kent: I will… fi…nd you… and kill you… Kingto… His body goes limp.
Vila drags him into a tunnel.
Vila: Don't be a bitch about it, Kent. You'll be okay.
2 DAYS LATER — TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 17.THE ELDION INSTITUTE MASSACRE.
The lab explodes. Humans scream, bleed, plead. Supernaturals tear through the halls.
Roars. Growls. Screeches.
On the burning bridge: Garry, Lisa, Quan, Frank, Layla. Frank trips, falls into fire.
Quan: FRANK—NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Garry and Lisa betray Layla and Quan. They run.
A monster devours Lisa brutally. Garry: OH MY GOD! The monster eats Garry alive.
Garry: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The monster roars.
Quan: Layla, run! Now!
Layla: No… I can't leave you!
Quan pushes her as the door explodes. Layla runs, crying.
Quan sits on the burning bridge. His arm glows faintly — blue veins.
Vila searches Kent's body for the keycard. But Kent's corpse is gone.
Vila: Shit… oh my god…
Frank appears behind her, holding an iron bat.
Vila: Frank! Help me, please!
Frank: You killed my colleagues…guess i have to do the same you whore
frank bashes vila's head with a bat brutally.
The Eldion Institute burns. Screams echo through collapsing halls. Blood stains the walls, cages split open, monsters unleashed.
Layla runs into the night, her tears swallowed by the roar of fire. Quan's faint blue veins glow brighter as the bridge crumbles beneath him.
Vila stumbles backward, staring at Frank's iron bat raised high. Her breath catches.
Kent's body is gone. The keycard is gone. And somewhere in the ruins, something far worse has awakened.
The Garden waits… behind the fence.
✨ Scene 1 — The Café Drone
The café was dim, the neon sign outside sputtering like a dying star. Kevin Leister hunched over the console, his limp making every movement deliberate. His fingers hovered above the keys as the strange symbols pulsed across the screen.
Kevin (whispering):"This… this isn't random. It's structured. Recursive. Alive."
The café lights flickered. The hum of machines stuttered. The symbols unfolded into a map — glowing lines forming a path to the ruins of Monster Bay.
Kevin's breath caught.
Kevin (shaking, muttering to himself):"The Mythical Matrix… it's real. It's here. And it's talking to me."
He pressed his palm against the console, feeling the heat of the code as if it were alive. His crippled body trembled, but his mind raced.
Kevin (voice breaking):"Why me? I don't have powers. I don't have a Contract. I'm just… me."
The Matrix pulsed again, as if answering. And Kevin knew — his quiet life had just shattered.
💥 Scene 2 — The Soldier of Durability
The ruined city was silent except for the crackle of fire. Peter Shotstock sat on the hood of a rusted car, cigarette dangling from his lips, shotgun across his knees.
The Helsing strike team moved in, rifles glowing with anti-Monster tech.
Peter (grinning, muttering):"Figures. Can't even drink in peace without you bastards showing up."
The first bullet tore through his chest. He spat blood, cursed, and kept walking.
Peter (laughing through the pain):"You think that's enough? Try harder."
The second shot shattered his ribs. He staggered, then roared, charging forward. His insane durability kept him upright, every wound fueling his rage.
Peter (snarling as he fires his shotgun):"I break, but I don't fall. That's the deal."
One by one, the soldiers fell. When the last body hit the ground, Peter lit another cigarette with shaking hands.
Peter (exhaling smoke, muttering to himself):"Helsing dogs. Always chasing ghosts."
That was when Kevin stumbled into the ruins, clutching a fragment of the Matrix. His eyes wide, his body trembling.
Kevin (panting, desperate):"Please… they're coming. I found something. I don't know what to do."
Peter looked at him, blood dripping down his chin, and laughed.
Peter (gruff, amused):"Kid, you just dragged me into the kind of shit I swore I'd never touch again."
Kevin swallowed hard, staring at the scarred soldier.
Kevin (quietly):"Then why aren't you walking away?"
Peter flicked his cigarette into the ash, shotgun resting against his shoulder.
Peter (smirking):"Because some legends are too dangerous to ignore. And you… you just found one."
🩸 Scene 3 – Bloodwright vs Venimre
The night bled into chaos at the edge of Willowbrook. Tires screeched against the asphalt as a black sedan tore through Redfern Ridge's winding road. Inside, Helen screamed, wrists bound, eyes wide with terror.
At the wheel sat Kaelen Dross — the anti‑hero known as Bloodwright. His pale hands slicked with crimson veins that pulsed like living serpents.
Kaelen (whispering, voice a hymn of hunger):"You belong to me now, Helen. My blood sings your name… and it will never let you go."
His blood dripped onto the steering wheel, glowing faintly, whispering promises of power.
But fate had other plans.
From the shadows ahead, a figure appeared — Venimre Veron, Helen's husband. His aura thick with venom, his eyes burning with fury, his veins blackened with toxins that writhed beneath his skin.
Venimre (growling, venom dripping from his words):"You took my wife, Kaelen. Tonight, you choke on my wrath."
With a slash of his hand, Venimre unleashed a Venom Slash — a crescent of toxic energy that carved through the night. The strike shredded the sedan's tires, acid eating rubber to ash. The car flipped violently, metal shrieking as it spun mid‑air.
Helen screamed again, glass raining around her.
Helen (crying out):"Venimre! Help me!"
Venimre was faster than gravity. He leapt through the shattered window as the car twisted, his body a blur of venomous grace. In the chaos of spinning steel, he reached Helen, pulling her into his arms before the wreckage could consume her.
The car slammed into the ridge, flames erupting.
From the inferno, Kaelen emerged — laughing, bleeding, alive. His veins split open, blood pouring into the air. He raised his arm, and from his own lifeblood, a sword formed — jagged, dripping crimson light.
Kaelen (hissing, voice echoing like a curse):"Venimre Veron… your venom may corrode, but blood is eternal. Tonight, you bleed."
Venimre set Helen down gently, his eyes locked on Bloodwright. Venom dripped from his fingertips, sizzling against the stone.
Venimre (cold, resolute):"You'll never touch her again. My venom will eat through your lies, your hunger, your veins. Tonight, you drown in poison."
Kaelen grinned, blood sword humming with malignant power.
Kaelen (mocking):"Husband against kidnapper. Venom against blood. Let's see whose curse the night remembers."
The ridge trembled as their powers clashed — blood and venom, corruption and toxin. The night itself held its breath for the slaughter to come.
🚗 Scene 4 – Escape Through Fire
The night roared with gunfire as Helsing agents swarmed the ruined streets. Their rifles spat tracer rounds that lit the dark like falling stars. Kevin Leister sat rigid in the passenger seat of a battered muscle car, his hands clutching the fragment of the Mythical Matrix like it was the last piece of his soul.
Peter Shotstock slammed his boot on the accelerator, the engine screaming as the car fishtailed through the debris.
Peter (grinning through blood, cigarette dangling):"Hold on, kid. These bastards don't know how to drive like me."
Bullets shattered the rear window. Kevin ducked, heart pounding.
Kevin (panicked, voice cracking):"They're everywhere! We can't outrun them!"
Peter spat smoke, eyes blazing with fury.
Peter (snarling):"Outrun? Hell no. We break through."
He jerked the wheel, sending the car into a brutal drift that clipped a Helsing armored van. Metal screamed, sparks flew, and the van toppled into a burning heap.
Kevin's knuckles whitened on the Matrix fragment.
Kevin (desperate):"Why are they after me? I'm nobody!"
Peter barked a laugh, shotgun resting across his lap.
Peter (grim, sharp):"Nobody doesn't decode world-ending scripture in a café. You're the damn key, kid. And keys unlock things Helsing doesn't want opened."
A rocket hissed past, exploding against a crumbling building. Shards of concrete rained down. Peter swerved hard, the car leaping over a collapsed section of road.
Kevin (shouting):"We'll die if you keep this up!"
Peter (grinning, eyes wild):"Not me. My Contract says I don't fall. You? You better start believing you're worth surviving."
The agents closed in, headlights slicing through the smoke. Kevin's mind raced, the Matrix fragment pulsing in his hands. For a moment, he thought he saw symbols shifting, whispering coordinates.
Kevin (whispering to himself):"Monster Bay… it's pointing to Monster Bay…"
Peter caught the words, his grin fading into something darker.
Peter (low, dangerous):"Then that's where we're going. Helsing wants to bury it, we'll dig it up. But first—"
He yanked the handbrake, spinning the car in a full circle. The headlights blinded the agents as Peter raised his shotgun out the shattered window.
Peter (roaring):"—we clear the road!"
The blast echoed like thunder. Helsing soldiers scattered, their formation broken. The car shot forward, tires screaming, flames chasing them down the ridge.
Kevin clutched the Matrix tighter, his fear mixing with something new — resolve.
Kevin (quiet, almost to himself):"If this is the path… then I'll walk it."
Peter smirked, cigarette ember glowing in the chaos.
Peter (gruff, approving):"That's the spirit, kid. Welcome to the war."
The car vanished into the night, hunted but unbroken, carrying a crippled boy with no powers and a soldier who refused to die — both bound now to a legend that could save the world… or burn it to ash.
🩸 Scene 5 – Venom vs Blood
The night at Redfern Ridge was alive with fire and venom. The wreckage of the flipped sedan still burned, its twisted frame glowing in the stormlight. Venimre Veron stood tall, his eyes blazing with fury, his wife Helen trembling safely behind him. Across the flames, Kaelen Dross — Bloodwright — rose from the wreckage, his crimson sword dripping with living blood.
Venimre's veins pulsed black, his body a conduit for toxins. He raised his arms, venom dripping from his fingertips, and with a guttural roar he shaped the poison into jagged constructs. Venom Shurikens — dozens of them — spun into existence, each blade glistening with lethal acid.
Venimre (snarling, voice thick with rage):"You'll regret touching her. My venom will carve your soul apart."
The shurikens flew, slicing through the air like a storm of death.
Kaelen laughed, his madness echoing across the ridge. He swung his blood‑forged sword, each strike slicing venom apart. The crimson blade hissed as it cut through the toxic projectiles, droplets of blood and venom spraying into the night. Sparks of acid burned against his skin, but he pressed forward, relentless.
Kaelen (hissing, sharp as steel):"Venom rots… but blood endures."
Venimre unleashed another wave — larger, faster, a storm of venomous blades that lit the night in green fire. Kaelen's sword elongated, veins stretching into a massive crimson greatsword. He spun, carving through the barrage, each strike a symphony of violence.
Helen screamed as the shockwaves tore through the ridge, stone crumbling beneath their feet.
Helen (crying out):"Stop! You'll kill each other!"
Venimre leapt forward, venom dripping from his fists, slashing in arcs that melted stone. Kaelen met him head‑on, his blood sword clashing against venom claws. Sparks erupted, acid hissed, blood sprayed.
Venimre (roaring, venom dripping from his teeth):"Tonight, you bleed for her!"
Kaelen (grinning wide, whispering like a curse):"No… you bleed for me."
Their battle raged on, venom and blood painting the night in chaos. Venimre's fury was endless, but Kaelen's madness was unbreakable. The ridge became a battlefield of toxins and crimson, every clash echoing like thunder.
🕯️ Scene 6 – The Boy in the Alley
It was October 3rd, 2138. New York City was a concrete jungle of neon signs and rusted fire escapes, a place where shadows whispered louder than the crowds. In Brooklyn's back alleys, Gideon Young, seventeen, wiry and restless, moved like a ghost. His mind was wired for machines, his hands always tinkering, but tonight wasn't about scraps of tech — it was about survival.
Six months had passed since his mother vanished. All he had left was a torn photograph: her standing beside a man in a trench coat marked with a strange emblem — a flaming steel mask. That symbol haunted him, driving him deeper into the city's veins, chasing whispers of a program no one dared speak aloud.
Gideon (muttering to himself, clutching the photo):"I'll find you, Mom. Whatever this mask means… it's the key."
Tonight, the whispers led him beneath an abandoned cathedral.
The air was thick with dust and silence. Gideon's flashlight flickered across broken pews and shattered stained glass until he found it — an elevator hidden beneath the altar. The doors groaned open, and he descended into the earth.
The chamber below was a forgotten lab. Dusty consoles lined the walls, shattered glass crunched beneath his boots, and in the center stood a humming containment pod. Inside: a suit. Sleek, metallic, laced with glowing red veins that pulsed like a heartbeat.
The terminal crackled to life.
Terminal (mechanical voice):"PHANTOM PROTOCOL: INITIATE."
Gideon (eyes wide, whispering):"What… what is this?"
Before he could react, the pod hissed open. The suit lunged forward like it was alive, wrapping around him, fusing into his skin. Pain seared through his body, light blinded him, and then — silence.
When he woke, the world was different. His body felt alien. His vision sharpened until he could see heat signatures glowing in the dark. He could hear electricity humming in the wires above. His muscles thrummed with power. He was faster. Stronger.
Gideon (panting, clutching his chest):"It's inside me… I can feel it. I'm not… I'm not just me anymore."
But the suit wasn't just power — it was a curse. A prototype from a secret military project called PHANTOM MAN, designed to create living weapons. Gideon wasn't supposed to survive the bonding.
The agency behind the program, VIREX, noticed immediately. A retrieval unit stormed the cathedral ruins, armed with pulse rifles and venom drones.
Soldier (shouting):"Target acquired! Engage Phantom Protocol host!"
Gideon panicked, but the suit reacted. He cloaked, vanishing into shadow. Bullets tore through the air, but he was already gone, leaping across rooftops, magnetic fields bending to his will.
Gideon (breathless, exhilarated as he runs):"I'm alive… I'm faster… I'm stronger…"
For the first time since his mother vanished, Gideon felt alive. Not just a runaway. Not just a boy in the alley.
Gideon (standing on a rooftop, voice steady now):"I'm something else. I'm Phantom Man."
🕯️ Scene 7 – The Boy in the Alley
Gideon landed hard on the roof of an old garment factory three blocks away, knees bending with impossible grace as the suit absorbed the impact. Rain had started to fall — cold, dirty New York rain that should've soaked him to the bone. Instead, the metallic skin of the Phantom suit drank it in, tiny red veins glowing brighter for a second before fading back to stealth mode.
He dropped to one knee, breathing hard, not from exhaustion but from the storm inside his head.
Gideon (whispering, shaken):"What the hell are you?"
A low, synthetic voice answered directly in his skull, calm and slightly amused.
Suit (voice inside his mind):"I am what you are now. Phantom. Weapon. Survivor."
Gideon clutched the side of his head.
Gideon (snapping):"Get out of my head!"
Suit (calm, unyielding):"We are bonded, Gideon Young. Irreversible. Your heart beats. Mine pulses with it."
He stood up slowly and looked at his hands. The suit had formed sleek black gauntlets with faint crimson circuits running along the fingers. He flexed them, and the air around his palms distorted — magnetic fields bending to his will. A discarded metal pipe ten feet away lifted off the ground and shot into his grip like it was pulled by an invisible hand.
Gideon (bitter smile, muttering):"Not bad…"
But the smile died fast. Below him, in the alley, red targeting lasers swept across the walls. VIREX wasn't giving up. Three armored retrieval agents moved like wolves, accompanied by two hovering venom drones that buzzed with lethal promise.
Gideon's enhanced vision zoomed in. One of the agents had a patch on his shoulder — the same flaming steel mask from his mother's photograph.
His blood ran hot.
Gideon (growling, voice trembling with rage):"You bastards took her…"
The suit responded instantly, feeding him data.
Suit (clinical):"Threat level: High. Recommend elimination protocol."
Gideon (snapping back):"No. Not yet. I need answers first."
He cloaked again. The suit shifted, bending light and radar around him until he was nothing but a shimmer in the rain. Then he dropped.
Silent as death, he landed behind the last agent in the formation. Before the man could turn, Gideon's hand clamped over his mouth. The gauntlet sparked with suppressed electromagnetic energy, and the agent went rigid, muscles locked by a localized EMP before he passed out.
Gideon (cold whisper):"Sleep."
One down.
The venom drones spun toward the disturbance. Red sensors locked on.
Suit (warning):"Incoming."
Gideon moved like liquid shadow. He sprinted up the alley wall using magnetic adhesion, flipped over the first drone, and drove his fist straight through its core. It exploded in a shower of sparks and black fluid. The second drone fired a venom dart — Gideon twisted mid-air, the dart grazing his shoulder. The suit hissed as it neutralized the toxin.
Suit (flat):"Toxin neutralized."
He landed in front of the two remaining agents.
The first one raised his pulse rifle.
Agent (shouting):"Subject 47! Stand down or we will—"
Gideon didn't let him finish. He blurred forward, faster than they could track, and ripped the rifle from the man's hands, bending the barrel like cheap plastic. With his other hand, he grabbed the agent by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
Gideon (voice distorted, layered with the suit's tone):"Where is she? The woman from the photo. What did VIREX do to her?"
The agent choked out a laugh.
Agent (mocking):"You're just the next prototype, kid. She didn't survive the bonding either. Neither will you."
For a second, Gideon's grip tightened. The red veins on the suit flared dangerously.
Then he heard it — his mother's voice in a half-forgotten memory.
Mother's voice (echoing in his mind):"Even when the world tries to make you a monster, Gideon… choose to be something better."
He slammed the agent into the wall, knocking him unconscious, then turned to the last man, who was already backing away in terror.
Gideon (low, burning):"Tell VIREX this. The boy in the alley just died tonight. Phantom Man is awake. And I'm coming for every single one of you."
He cloaked again and vanished into the rain.
🎭 Scene 8 – Illusion vs Orange
Redfern Ridge, Willowbrook. The night was alive with echoes of battles past, the ridge still scarred from Wrathborn duels. Out of the mist stepped Nathan Moya, eighteen years old, lean and sharp-eyed, his aura shimmering faintly.
Illusions rippled around him — phantom wolves prowling at his heels, spectral blades hovering in the air, shadows bending to his will. Nathan smirked, his voice low and confident.
Nathan (grinning):"The world's a stage… and I own the script."
His illusions danced across the ridge, twisting reality itself. To any onlooker, Nathan was untouchable, a conjurer of nightmares.
Then, out of nowhere, something small and absurd cut through the tension.
An orange.
It flew from the shadows and smacked him square in the face. Nathan stumbled back, illusions flickering, his composure shattered.
Nathan (shouting, furious):"What the hell—?!"
From the darkness, a figure stepped forward. A woman, calm and radiant, her hands glowing with citrus light. She twirled another orange in her palm like a weapon.
Priscilla (smirking):"Name's Priscilla. But you can call me Ms. Orange."
Nathan wiped juice from his cheek, glaring.
Nathan (snarling):"You think fruit can beat illusions?"
Priscilla's eyes gleamed. She raised her hand, and dozens of oranges spun into existence, orbiting her like fiery suns.
Priscilla (mocking):"Not fruit. Control. My Contract says oranges bend to me. And tonight, they break you."
She hurled them forward. The oranges exploded mid-air, bursting into acidic sprays that burned through Nathan's illusions. His phantom wolves dissolved, his spectral blades shattered.
Nathan (staggering, desperate):"No… my illusions—"
Priscilla advanced, her voice sharp as citrus.
Priscilla (taunting):"Illusions fade. Reality hits you in the face."
Another orange slammed into his chest, knocking him flat. Nathan gasped, illusions flickering weakly around him.
Nathan (groaning, defeated):"This… isn't how legends are supposed to start…"
Priscilla stood over him, oranges orbiting like a crown.
Priscilla (smiling, victorious):"Then rewrite your legend, kid. Because tonight, Ms. Orange wins."
The ridge echoed with laughter and citrus light, illusions broken, oranges triumphant.
🍊 Scene 9 – Illusion vs Citrus
The ridge was alive with chaos. Ms. Orange's blades of citrus light had already cut into Nathan Moya's chest, blood dripping down his shirt. He staggered, but his eyes gleamed with defiance.
Nathan (snapping his fingers, voice sharp):"Let's see how you handle this."
Reality bent. Ms. Orange blinked — and suddenly, a tall black man appeared before her, arms wrapping her in a warm embrace.
Ms. Orange (blushing, whispering):"W‑what…? This… feels real…"
Her cheeks flushed, but then she shook her head violently, snapping out of the illusion. The embrace dissolved into smoke. What she saw instead made her gasp — Nathan Moya, headless, blood spraying across the ridge.
At his feet lay a bag of money, glowing faintly.
Ms. Orange (laughing cruelly):"Ha! You're nothing but a bitch, Nathan. And this… this is mine."
She reached for the money. The moment her fingers touched it, the bag exploded in a burst of flame and shrapnel. Citrus light flickered, her face burning as she screamed.
Ms. Orange (screaming, clutching her face):"My face! Damn you, illusionist!"
Out of nowhere, Nathan surged forward, alive and whole again. He hurled a spear that pierced her chest. She staggered, choking, but Nathan wasn't finished.
Nathan (cold, merciless):"Illusions are lies… but pain is truth."
He grabbed the spear, flipped it with brutal precision, and seized Ms. Orange by the upper jaw. With a savage pull, he ripped her mouth apart. Her scream was cut short as her body collapsed, lifeless.
Ms. Orange was dead.
Nathan stood over her, chest heaving, blood dripping from his wounds.
Nathan (spitting, voice low):"Citrus… crushed."
But before he could breathe, a shadow moved. A kick slammed into his ribs, sending him sprawling across the ridge.
From the darkness stepped a new figure — tall, wiry, eyes gleaming with mischief. His hands glowed faintly, every surface he touched warping into toys.
Toy Toy Guy (grinning):"Nice trick, illusion boy. But playtime's mine."
Nathan coughed, illusions flickering weakly around him.
Nathan (snarling):"Who the hell are you?"
Toy Toy Guy picked up a broken stone, and in his hand it transformed into a plastic toy soldier. He flicked it forward — the toy exploded like a grenade, showering Nathan with sparks.
Toy Toy Guy (mocking, voice playful and cruel):"I turn anything I touch into toys. And toys… break easy."
Nathan wiped blood from his mouth, illusions sparking back to life.
Nathan (gritting his teeth):"Then let's play."
The ridge trembled as illusion and toy clashed, the night twisting into a battlefield of lies and laughter.
🧸 Scene 10 – Playtime War
The ridge was still dripping with blood from Ms. Orange's death when Nathan Moya staggered forward, illusions flickering like broken glass around him. His chest burned, but his eyes were alive with fury.
From the shadows, Toy Toy Guy stepped closer, his grin wide, his hands glowing faintly. Every surface he touched warped into toys — stones became plastic soldiers, shards of steel became spinning tops, broken rifles became harmless water guns.
Toy Toy Guy (mocking, voice playful and cruel):"You think illusions scare me? I turn reality into playthings. And toys… break easy."
Nathan spat blood, snapping his fingers. Phantom blades shimmered into existence, circling him like a crown of steel.
Nathan (cold, defiant):"Then let's play. But remember — illusions cut deeper than toys."
Toy Toy Guy laughed, tossing a toy soldier into the air. It transformed mid-flight into a grenade, exploding in a shower of sparks. Nathan's illusions bent the blast, twisting the fire into harmless butterflies that scattered across the ridge.
Toy Toy Guy (grinning wider):"Cute trick. But butterflies burn too."
He touched the ground — the ridge itself warped, stone turning into a battlefield of toy blocks. The terrain shifted beneath Nathan's feet, forcing him to stumble.
Nathan (snarling, snapping his fingers again):"You think toys can cage me? Watch closely."
Reality bent. Toy Toy Guy blinked — suddenly, he was surrounded by towering giants, illusions of monstrous Wrathborn closing in. Their eyes glowed, their claws reaching.
For a moment, Toy Toy Guy's grin faltered.
Toy Toy Guy (whispering, shaken):"They… they look real…"
But he touched one of the illusions. It warped instantly into a toy figurine, crumbling in his hand. His grin returned.
Toy Toy Guy (mocking):"Your lies are fragile. My toys are forever."
Nathan roared, conjuring a spear of pure shadow. He hurled it forward, piercing Toy Toy Guy's chest. The man staggered, coughing blood — but when Nathan looked closer, the wound was hollow.
Toy Toy Guy laughed, pulling the spear out. It had turned into a plastic stick.
Toy Toy Guy (taunting):"Even your weapons play by my rules."
Nathan's illusions surged again, twisting the ridge into a storm of phantoms — wolves, blades, fire, all crashing down. Toy Toy Guy countered, turning each into toys: wolves became stuffed animals, blades became rubber swords, fire became sparklers.
The clash was chaos — illusions vs toys, lies vs playthings, both bending reality until the ridge itself trembled.
Finally, Nathan lunged, grabbing Toy Toy Guy by the throat.
Nathan (voice sharp, eyes blazing):"You can turn the world into toys… but you can't turn me."
Toy Toy Guy grinned even as blood dripped from his lips.
Toy Toy Guy (laughing, whispering):"Then I'll break you the old way."
He slammed his glowing hand against Nathan's chest. For a heartbeat, Nathan felt his ribs warp, his body threatening to turn into plastic. Illusions flickered wildly, fighting back against the transformation.
The ridge shook, sparks flying, toys and phantoms colliding in a storm of madness.