"She wanted obedience.We chose rebellion."— The Last Echo before the Silence
Vellamira stood from the throne.
The Crown of Command blazed above her like a second sun, warping the air, making the stone beneath her feet crack and twist.
Three stood against her.
Vayren, Mark burning against his ribs.Kaien, spear dragging echoes across the floor.Lyra, flame wrapped around her like a second skin.
"You kneel now," she said.
It wasn't a threat.It wasn't a plea.
It was an order.
And the world itself—the clouds, the grass, the stones—
Obeyed.
The cathedral trembled as reality bowed around her.
But not them.
Not the Unwritten.
They stood.Bleeding.Breathing.
Alive.
"We didn't come to kneel," Kaien said, voice steady.
"We didn't come to forgive," Lyra added, her eyes burning cold.
"We came to end it," Vayren finished.
Scene: The First Strike
Vellamira moved.
No spell.No chant.
Just motion, so fast the ground shattered behind her.
She raised her hand—
And a thousand invisible blades rained from the sky.
Kaien hurled his spear.
"Oathbreaker's Cry!"
The blades split midair, turning on themselves, severed from their commands.
Vellamira laughed.
She caught the spear with two fingers—and crushed it into dust.
"You think broken promises scare me?" she said.
Lyra stepped forward.
Tenebranth pulsed—silencing every sound around them.
She slashed once.
Flame that erased memory itself.
But the Crown caught the flame, twisted it—
and turned it into a storm of forgotten names, screaming in their ears.
"You forgot why you fight," Vellamira whispered.
Lyra staggered.
Tenebranth dimmed slightly.
Vayren gritted his teeth.
"Then we'll remind you."
He activated Veilbrand fully.
"Echo: Hollowborn Ascension."
His body blurred, Mark shattering its final seal.
He moved—
Through time.
Striking from the past.The future.The now.
Three Vayrens attacked at once.
Vellamira caught the first.
Dodged the second.
But the third—
The Vayren who remembered the child he once was—
Struck.
Her crown cracked slightly.
A hairline fracture across the Mark of Command.
She staggered back.
Touched the crown.
And for the first time—
Vellamira bled.
Final Scene: Her True Form Awakens
The blood that fell from her wasn't red.It was gold.Thick. Slow. Corrupt.
It touched the floor—
And the Cathedral of Chains screamed.
The walls cracked.
The roof split.
Reality twisted.
And Vellamira's body burned away—
leaving behind something older.Crueler.Timeless.
"If I cannot rule the living," she said, voice layered in echoes,
"Then I will command the dead."
The world darkened.
The final battle began.