CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

The night settled thick and quiet over the Shrine of Aegira.

The boys had fallen asleep in scattered piles around the fire, still recovering from the Creator Demon fight — except for Karl, who was quietly repairing his damaged drones. Enme sat a little apart, her silhouette half-lit by firelight, her shield resting beside her like a sleeping beast.

Shojiro stirred and approached, his voice low.

Shojiro:

"Couldn't sleep?"

She didn't look at him — just kept her eyes on the distant mountain fog.

Enme:

"Didn't want to."

Shojiro sat beside her without a word. For a few minutes, there was only the rustle of wind through sacred trees and the occasional crackle of the dying fire.

Then Enme spoke — her voice softer than he'd ever heard it.

"You ever feel like the world handed you a role before you were even born?"

"I wasn't raised like other shrine maidens. No peace. No chanting. No serenity. I was born during a purge."

She slowly opened her palm — a small seal orb flickering between her fingers.

"My village... My entire clan... were the last Sealing Tribe left in Asia. When ARAÉ's fragments first started leaking through cracks in the veil, we were the only ones who knew how to lock them down."

"But sealing demons isn't like exorcising ghosts. It doesn't banish them. It puts them inside you. You hold their weight forever."

Shojiro frowned, eyes widening.

"Wait. That's... how do you not—"

Enme:

"Go crazy?"

She smiled faintly.

"You learn how to carry them. Like songs. Each demon is a verse. You just... keep singing."

She looked up at the moon, her wolf-cut hair fluttering slightly in the highland wind.

"They used to call me the Shrine Bomb. Because I was dangerous to keep alive. Too many seals inside me. Too many risks. I wasn't supposed to make it past 15."

"But I did. I danced through it."

Her smile curved wider.

"Literally."

Shojiro:

"The K-pop stuff… That wasn't just for fame?"

Enme:

She laughed — a soft, genuine one.

"Fame? Nah. That was my disguise."

"Nobody suspects a k-pop star who they thought was a boy is storing forty-two hell-beasts under her ribs."

"I toured, I sang, I got invited to award shows… while secretly sealing entire families of demons beneath abandoned concert halls."

She turned, finally meeting Shojiro's eyes.

And her gaze — despite all the teasing earlier — was something else now. Not flirty. Not smug. Just... raw.

"Then came the day I got careless."

"A fragment of Araé leaked through during a final rehearsal for our Seoul Dome concert. I should've sensed it. But I was distracted. You know... singing about heartbreak and fake kisses."

She stared back at the shrine.

"I lost half my group. My backup dancers. My manager. My real brother."

"So I locked it inside me. The fragment. Sealed it so deep I shattered half my own ribs."

Her voice dropped.

"That's when I died."

Shojiro looked at her in stunned silence.

Enme:

"Died backstage. Right between a rack of costumes and a mic stand. Pretty glamorous, huh?"

"Aegira took my soul. Said I was the last of the line. The last Sealer. That if I didn't come back... no one else would stop the next collapse."

Her fingers brushed the dirt, absentmindedly sketching a glowing sigil in the soil.

"So here I am. Idol by stage. Sealer by blood. Goddess's bodyguard by death."

Then she gave him a slow look — that mischievous spark returning for just a moment.

"Still think I'm just the pretty one?"

Shojiro:

"No. I think you're terrifying."

Enme:

"Good answer."

She smirked again, then added with a wink,

"But don't worry. You're kinda cute when you're scared."

Optional Ending Scene: Group Morning

At sunrise, Shojiro quietly shares Enme's story with the rest of the group over rations.

They fall silent.

Even Morgz, who normally tries to one-up everyone with jokes, just looks down at his untouched food.

Max mutters:

Max:

"I'm never teasing her again."

Karl sighs:

Karl:

"We're standing next to a literal barrier goddess who moonlights as a pop icon and survived hell..."

Morgz:

"Yeah. I'm still simping."

The boys all nod, unified in awe — and possibly fear.

Just for tonight...

Forget the demons. Let me sing for you."

Scene – Campfire Under the Stars

The forest near the shrine is peaceful now.

The only sounds are crackling flames, distant wind, and the soft hum of insects. The Chosen sit in a semi-circle around the fire — still bruised, still tired, but alive.

Shojiro sharpens a broken chunk of a demon horn into a knife.

Max tosses pebbles into the flame like they're grenades.

Karl's half-asleep, running diagnostics.

Morgz stares at the sky, thinking about waves.

And then there's Enme, arms tucked behind her head, gazing at the stars.

The Boys Speak Up

Shojiro (awkwardly):

"...Hey. Enme."

She blinks.

"What?"

Max (grinning):

"We've been thinking. I mean, you were the Enme Seiko. The voice of the era. The King of K-Wave."

Karl (blunt):

"We want a concert."

Morgz (hands together in prayer):

"Please. Just one song. The world ended before I ever got to hear you live."

Enme (raises a brow, smirks):

"Y'all serious right now?"

They nod. All of them. Even Shojiro, who avoids eye contact.

Enme (sighs dramatically):

"Tch. You guys are such nerds..."

A pause. Then she smiles.

Enme:

"But... I guess you are my only fans left.

So yeah — let's make your little wish come true."

"Just for tonight, though."

Scene – The Song

She stands slowly, brushing dust off her cloak.

A flick of her wrist — a sigil glows in the air. A sound resonance seal, amplifying her voice.

And then she closes her eyes.

A soft hum.

A melody older than the war.

The very song that once united a nation.

The song is slow. Melancholic. Beautiful.

It tells of the moon's sorrow, of waves waiting for lost voices, of a world frozen in time but still beating with hope.

Her voice flows like silk, wraps around them, pulls them into a different world — a memory of a better past.

Scene – The Boys' Reactions

Shojiro: frozen, jaw slack, hand still holding the demon horn.

Karl: eyes closed, chin lowered, but a single tear rolls down his cheek.

"...That was so unfair."

Max (grinning like a dork):

"This is my religion now."

Morgz (dead serious):

"I will kill any demon that looks at you wrong."

Enme (laughing):

"You boys are so dramatic.

But hey... thanks for listening."

She sits back down, casually sipping water like she didn't just silence the night with celestial vocals.

Scene – Sleep Falls Over Them

The group slowly relaxes. Karl powers down for the night. Shojiro lies on the ground, arms behind his head. Max hums the melody. Morgz tries (and fails) to whistle it.

Enme, still awake, stares into the fire — and whispers to herself:

"Dad... I sang it again."

The camera pulls back.

The flame flickers.

The stars shine on the final six Chosen... for now.