CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

"She didn't burn like a sun.

She fed like a parasite with a halo."

Scene 1 The Final Stand

The battlefield was a cracked plateau under a half-dead sky. A storm churned overhead, black clouds flickering with distant lightning. Trees had withered. Stones had been vaporized. The terrain was a grave of glass and ash.

In the center stood Elira.

Her body pulsed with divine radiance, skin fracturing in places from the sheer pressure of the VYTHRA surging through her. Eyes glowing gold. Fingers twitching. She was trembling—not from fear, but from the intoxication of power.

Shojiro panted, bent over on one knee, steam rising from his arms as if his muscles were burning from the inside.

Karl's armor hissed, nanites stripped raw, face bloody and eye cracked open behind a half-shattered lens.

Max stood last, arms limp at his sides, sparks crawling like dying fireflies across his skin.

Shojiro:

"She's… too fast."

Karl:

"It's not just speed. She's… evolving. Adapting with every ounce she drains."

Elira stepped forward, her feet not touching the ground anymore. She hovered, radiant and calm, a false god carved from light and deception.

Elira:

"You should be proud. You gave me so much. Enough to become more than human. More than Chosen."

She smiled, sickly sweet.

Elira:

"I never lied. I just never told you the truth."

She extended her palm. Light flared again.

The three moved to intercept — one last time.

Scene 2 – The 3v1

Shojiro struck first.

He activated Ligament Drift, vanishing from the air in a muscle-propelled flash. His fist connected with her ribs, and for a moment — just a moment — her form jerked from the impact.

She screamed.

Shojiro:

"Got you—!"

But her hand lashed backward, blinding speed, catching his jaw and sending him skipping across the ground like a stone on water.

Max was already mid-air, firing a compressed lightning storm, every volt dialed into a spiral burst. The bolt cracked across her shoulder — a direct hit. Her light dimmed, skin flickered.

She turned to face him, mouth tight.

Elira:

"You're sparky. I liked that about you."

Then she exploded forward, elbowing him in the chest and crushing his ribs. Max fell, unconscious as his power guttered out like a dying star.

Karl followed next.

Using remaining reserves, he launched a nova drill, a corkscrew of nanites shaped into a tungsten-tipped spiral.

It hit her in the abdomen — piercing halfway through her side.

Elira gasped.

Karl:

"Checkmate—"

She grabbed the drill. And pulled.

The nanites disintegrated into golden particles. His backup systems went dark. Karl dropped.

All three Chosen were down.

Elira hovered, golden veins webbing across her arms, her body glowing with stolen life. Their VYTHRA now thrummed inside her like fuel lines in an engine.

Elira:

"And now… I'm finally complete."

She raised her arms to the sky. VYTHRA lit the clouds. The world seemed to hum.

Then—

A whisper.

Soft. Calm. Cold.

"I tried to give you a second chance."

Elira's eyes widened.

Too late.

Scene 3 – Morgz Awakens

In a split-second, pressurized water—so dense it carved through steel—erupted from the left, slicing through Elira's wrist and knee like paper.

She shrieked. Staggered.

A blur slammed her to the ground.

Standing above her, arms dripping seafoam, his eyes bloodshot and empty, was Morgz Ryuuga.

His mouth didn't move.

Only his hands.

Water twisted into razors around his forearms. Not fluid. Not graceful.

Weaponized grief.

Elira (gasping):

"You… love me…"

Morgz:

"I did."

She reached up.

Morgz didn't flinch.

He brought his hand down.

A supercompressed ring of water wrapped her throat.

Another around her midsection.

A third around her knees.

He twisted once.

And she came apart.

Head. Torso. Legs. Light.

Gone.

Her body sliced into a thousand drifting ribbons, golden blood flickering before it turned black.

Silence

Scene 4 – The Return of Light

The instant her body broke—

A pulse surged outward.

Like reversing a siphon, all the VYTHRA Elira had stolen — flooded back to its original sources.

Shojiro's arms reignited.

Karl's HUD flashed back to life.

Max gasped, lightning bursting from his chest like a defibrillator.

They breathed.

They lived.

But none of them stood.

Not yet.

Scene 5 – A Broken Heart

Morgz knelt where Elira had fallen.

Only steam remained.

His fists were still clenched, arms shaking.

Shojiro stepped forward.

Shojiro:

"You saved us."

Morgz didn't look up.

Morgz:

"She didn't even scream when she died."

Max:

"She wasn't real. Just a creation. A mimic."

Morgz (softly):

"She still made me laugh."

Karl placed a hand on his shoulder.

Morgz finally raised his head.

His face wasn't angry. It wasn't even bitter.

It was hollow.

Morgz:

"I wasn't strong enough to stop loving her… even when I knew she wasn't real."

No one answered.

There were no words.

The night wind blew through the ruined valley.

It carried the last trace of her glow into the sky.

And with it, a part of Morgz that wouldn't return.

"We've fought demons. Monsters. Gods.

But nothing's ever cut deeper…

than betrayal with a kiss."

The fire crackled weakly, just enough to keep the night from freezing.

They sat on the edge of a ruined overlook, the ocean far behind them now, a wall of black water under a bruised moon.

Shojiro nursed a bandaged arm, slouched and tired.

Karl was adjusting his shoulder plate, cracked from the fight. His nanites were still slow—some hadn't come back yet.

Max had his hands in his hoodie pockets, face lit faintly by the fire.

And Morgz sat apart from them. Just a few feet, but it felt like a world.

Arms draped over his knees. Hood up. Eyes dull.

He hadn't said a word since Elira vanished into steam.

Max broke the silence first.

"I mean… I've had some bad exes," he muttered, trying to sound casual. "But she takes the cake. And the soul. And the blood pressure."

No one laughed.

Shojiro tried next. He shifted closer to Morgz, his voice soft.

"She wasn't the real deal, man. Just a VYTHRA feeder. A shadow."

Morgz didn't respond.

Shojiro kept going.

"You gave her a chance. That's… something. She played us all. But you tried to see the human in her."

Still silence.

Karl sighed, wiping his cracked visor clean.

"You know what the worst part is?" he said. "I keep trying to think of what I would've done. And I think… I would've believed her too."

Max nodded.

"Yeah. She had us. All of us. Even RIDA couldn't detect it. She knew how to act like one of us."

Shojiro leaned in.

"But she wasn't. She wasn't one of the Chosen. And you still treated her like one. That's not weakness, man. That's character."

Morgz finally looked up.

His eyes were bloodshot. Voice hoarse.

"She kissed me… and drained me. Told me I made her feel 'whole.' Then left me on the floor like I was nothing."

He looked down at his hands.

"I was nothing."

Karl stood.

"No, you weren't. You were the guy who jumped into the ocean to save our asses. You were the one who split the trench in half with your bare fists. You're Morgz Ryuuga. The Abyss Walker. You're one of us."

Shojiro added, a small smile tugging at his face.

"And let's be real… we're all emotionally damaged wrecks with trauma powers. You fit right in."

Max tossed a stone at Morgz's foot.

"Also, you're not ugly. You'll find someone. Hopefully not a murder parasite next time."

Morgz blinked.

A breath hitched in his throat.

Then he chuckled.

Just once.

Then again.

It wasn't loud. It wasn't healed. But it was a start.

Morgz leaned back, exhaling through his nose.

"Y'all suck at comfort, by the way."

Karl smirked.

"You're welcome."

Shojiro nodded.

"We'll get through it. Together."

Morgz didn't say anything else.

But he stayed by the fire this time.

And didn't look at the sea again that night.