CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Location: Ruins, deep within the demon-haunted mist village

Status: Morgz is deaf, bleeding out, and cornered. The Siren Queen slithers unseen.

Enter: Leone Shizuku.

Scene One: The Broken Vessel

Morgz's body lay hunched in the shadow of the ruined shrine well, half-submerged in foul water. He had barely crawled there. His arms trembled with fatigue. Blood continued to leak from the slits where his ears used to be.

His eyes were wide, unfocused. Every breath scraped the inside of his chest like broken coral. His limbs shook not from cold, but from hopelessness.

Then—

A hand reached into the water, found his head, and cradled it gently.

He flinched. Then froze.

A girl was there. Kneeling beside him. Pale. Small. Eyes glassy with nerves and tears she didn't understand yet.

"H-hey... i-it's o-okay now... I'm here..."

Her voice cracked, half-choked with fear. Not of him, but of what she knew was coming.

"You don't have to run anymore..."

Leone Shizuku had followed the sound of the Siren's magic. But it wasn't her scream that led her—it was the silence. The unnatural vacuum around the boy in the well. She didn't know who he was. Didn't even know if he could understand her.

But she knew what the thing that hurt him was. And she knew it was still nearby.

Morgz looked up at her, dazed. Confused.

Then her face changed.

The wide-eyed girl shook with terror for a moment longer. Then… her pupils shrank. Her jaw clenched. Her posture straightened.

Behind them, the Siren Queen coiled like smoke, crawling from the ruin's heart.

Scene Two: The Siren Queen Appears

Her limbs bent the wrong way. Her face was stretched too long. Her eyes weren't just closed—they were fused shut, leaking threads of shadow. Her voice came from multiple mouths opening across her body. Each one sang a different verse: seduction, grief, rage, nostalgia. Together, it sounded like a lullaby pulled from ten different nightmares.

She hissed, voice weaving into the air.

"Another voice. Not yet shaped. Not yet broken. But oh... how loud it will be once I pull it apart."

She opened her mouth wide. Inside was a scream that could paralyze thunder.

Leone stood and placed herself between Morgz and the Queen.

She whispered.

"A-alright... I'm scared... but..."

Her bones cracked as she inhaled.

And then her body tore itself open.

Scene Three: Form Shift – PHANTOM

Her skin paled to translucent porcelain. Her body shimmered like a fading memory. Blue veins lit beneath her skin. Her hair rose as if underwater.

In a blink, she disappeared.

Not teleported—phased.

The Siren Queen struck—only to find nothing but afterimages. Leone's movement left faint ripples, illusions of motion that faded before they could be hit.

She cartwheeled off a crumbled archway, launched from a beam, and twisted midair into a spinning axel-kick that shattered one of the Queen's jaw-arms.

The Queen retaliated with a sound wave that carved a trench in the shrine floor. Leone rebounded mid-flip, using the recoil to somersault behind the creature's neck.

"You like voices?" she said through gritted teeth.

Then she slammed her heel into the base of the Queen's spine, launching her across the courtyard.

Scene Four: Form Shift – GHOUL

Her legs hit the ground. Her bones pulsed. A horrible wet sound came from inside her chest.

Her arms bulked grotesquely. Flesh swelled. Her back split along the shoulder blades as sinew-wrapped muscle pushed free. Her fingertips tore apart and regrew into serrated claws.

She screamed—not in fear, but to drown out the pain of reshaping.

Then she charged.

The Siren Queen shot sonic barbs toward her. Leone took them head-on, letting them stab into her torso. She roared forward anyway.

She tackled the Queen mid-air, both of them tumbling across the broken earth. Leone grabbed the shrieking mouth embedded in the Queen's rib and tore it out. The Queen retaliated with a whip-like limb—but Leone bit down on it, teeth punching through cartilage.

The Queen opened her throat to scream.

Leone slammed both fists into it, crushing the song.

Then she lifted the Siren by her malformed hair and hurled her through a tree.

Scene Five: Form Shift – SPECTRE

The air grew cold.

Leone's body hovered an inch off the ground, then spasmed violently. Her spine arched backward, her head rolling unnaturally.

From her shoulders, chains exploded—black, whisper-thin at first, then thick as iron. They slithered through the air like conscious snakes.

Her voice dropped to a whisper that seemed to echo from the earth itself.

"You like haunting people?"

Chains coiled through the fog.

"Let me show you what it means to be haunted."

The Queen tried to move—her limbs froze. The chains didn't bind her body. They bound her soul.

Suddenly, mirrors appeared—shards of memory—hovering around her. Reflections of her victims, of the lives she'd stolen, of the songs that had driven innocents mad.

The Queen began to convulse.

One chain wrapped around her mouth, sealing it. Another pierced through her spine. She writhed. Silent. Suffocating.

Leone stepped from the mist, now walking beside a mirror version of herself. Then she phased through the reflection, her claws extended.

She slashed through the Queen's neck—not killing her. Maiming her spirit.

Final Combo: Encore Execution

The Siren Queen staggered back, leaking fog and black ichor. She opened her final throat—one last desperate sonic pulse.

Leone responded with precision.

Phantom: she blinked forward, slipping past the scream.

Ghoul: she slammed her foot into the Queen's chest, breaking bones.

Spectre: she summoned all her chains at once, forming a seal of silence that closed in from every angle.

The Queen opened her mouths—but there was no air left to scream in.

Leone whispered as her arms pulled into a final stance.

"The play's over."

She clasped her hands—and a spectral curtain of linked chains fell from above, flattening the Queen into a plume of quiet dust.

Scene Six: The Fog Lifts

As the Siren Queen's body disintegrated, the mist recoiled from the shrine like a creature in pain.

At the other end of the village, the remaining Chosen—Shojiro, Karl, Max, and Enme—collapsed to their knees, gasping.

Their eyes cleared. Their minds returned.

Max looked around in confusion. Shojiro winced at the ache in his arms. Enme clutched her temple, trying to understand what just happened.

Karl spoke softly.

"The trance… it's broken."

And then—far away—Yggdrasil responded.

Scene Seven: The Deaf Silence of Awe

Leone stood trembling in the clearing. Her body reverted to normal. Her limbs shook. Her hair hung limp over her wide, frightened eyes.

The Siren was gone.

She looked toward the shrine well.

Morgz was still there. Still bleeding. Still deaf.

But he saw her.

She dropped to her knees beside him, gently pressing her palm to his shoulder. Her lips moved—but he couldn't hear. She stammered out words he'd never understand.

Then she hugged him.

Tight.

His eyes widened. His hands, broken and shaking, slowly reached around her back. And he hugged her in return.

At that moment—his body responded.

Yggdrasil's energy pulsed gently into his cells.

The trance was broken. The link was restored. And his injuries began to heal—not rapidly, but steadily.

Because the others had returned to themselves.

Because even broken, the Chosen were never truly alone.