CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Scene: Entering the Pyramid

Location: Edge of the Sahara – Mid-afternoon

Mood: Quiet. Unnatural. Wrong.

The sun had started its slow descent, casting long, crooked shadows across the dunes. The wind was dry. Silent.

And ahead of them — rising like a memory carved into the Earth — stood the pyramid.

No aura.

No ancient tech.

Just stone.

Too perfect. Too untouched.

Its smooth black bricks had no sand stuck to them. The angles were flawless. Not a crack. Not a weed. Not even time dared touch it.

Shojiro squinted. "You sure this thing's not artificial?"

Karl scanned it with his visor. "No VYTHRA. No radiation. No heat signature. No defense system."

He paused.

"…Which means we're walking in blind."

Leone's hair bristled. "Something's off. There's no life around. No insects. No wind."

Zans muttered, "It's like the world stops here."

Morgz stepped forward first, staring at the seamless entrance — a narrow gap in the stone, wide enough for one person at a time.

"…She led us here," he said quietly. "We have to see it through."

Max cracked his neck. "Let's get it over with. If this place has another sandworm, I'm frying the whole desert."

Enme traced a barrier sigil on her palm, just in case. "No jokes. Not this time."

They entered one by one, passing through the shadowed crack in the pyramid's face.

Interior: The First Chamber

The moment they crossed the threshold —

The air changed.

No heat. No smell.

Only… stillness.

It wasn't just quiet.

It was the absence of sound.

Their footsteps echoed like they were walking through an empty cathedral.

The walls were lined with murals, carved in gold — ancient depictions of a lone girl standing among the dunes, arms stretched toward the sky, then falling into sand.

Shojiro tilted his head. "That looks like the girl who…"

Max nodded, expression darkening. "It is."

Leone brushed her hand along the wall — and instantly pulled it back.

Her fingertips glittered gold.

"Don't touch anything," Karl said, voice sharp.

Zans walked ahead, shadow trailing close behind him. "…This is her domain."

The floor creaked.

And the entrance sealed shut behind them

BOOM.

Sand spilled from cracks in the ceiling. The torches lining the wall lit on their own — but with cold white flame.

They weren't welcome.

They were guests.

In a tomb.

And it was about to wake up.

From deep within the pyramid, a voice whispered — soft and feminine.

"You followed my wind... brave little storms."

"Come. Let me test your hearts."

Absolutely — here's the fully combined cinematic scene integrating:

Saria's bold, nearly-naked form with minimal wraps

The boys' instant simp meltdown

The girls' disgusted judgment

Her god-tier golden armor transformation

The reveal about Eidolons, and her disdain for this generation

Ending with the summoning of sand warriors for a brutal, elegant showdown

Let's roll:

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🏺 Scene: The Mummy Queen Descends – Gilded Temptation

Location: Pyramid Core – Throne Chamber

Lighting: Dim firelight and shafts of golden sun slicing through cracks above

Mood: Overwhelming. Haunting. Seductively terrifying.

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The silence was absolute.

Then…

She appeared.

Saria.

She stepped forward from the shadows of the high dais, walking down a staircase carved from coiling bands of living sand.

> Her figure was barely covered — two ancient linen wraps bound tightly beneath her chest and between her thighs.

The rest of her body? Exposed. Smooth, sun-glossed skin marked with faint cracks, glowing gold beneath the surface like molten glass.

She walked without shame.

Without hesitation.

Without any regard for what it did to the seven who stood below her.

She was a queen.

A curse.

A forgotten god wearing a decaying giftwrap of sensuality and death.

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Shojiro blinked hard. "Bro. BRO."

Max coughed. "This is… fine. This is FINE—WE'RE FINE."

Karl's visor literally short-circuited. "Nanite core overheating. Emergency shutdown initiated."

Morgz, nearly breathless: "Is this allowed? Is this legal? This feels illegal."

Zans was silent. His nose started bleeding. He didn't notice.

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Leone, with pure rage: "I'm going to punch every single one of you."

Enme, dry as dust: "Ancient undead mummy queen enters half-naked, and your souls leave your bodies before the battle even starts."

Saria stopped at the final step. Her eyes gleamed — not with lust, but amusement.

"So... you are the Chosen?"

She looked them over like a disappointed goddess picking through broken antiques.

"You tremble before skin. How fragile. How laughable."

"Are you really what stands between this world and extinction?"

Saria raised an eyebrow, amused by the stunned faces before her.

"Are you truly the 'Chosen'? You look more like desert-starved pilgrims with brain damage."

Max cleared his throat and tried to speak confidently. "Well, I mean, to be fair, we are chosen... mostly."

"No matter," she said, stepping forward.

With a graceful motion, she snapped her fingers.

Golden sand whirled around her body — swirling like wind caught in ritual.

And in a flash of radiant dust, her body was covered in armor — plates of pure malleable gold, sculpted into a pharaoh-like goddess form.

The pressure in the room shifted.

This wasn't VYTHRA.

It felt ancient. Heavy. Spiritual.

Her fingers curled.

Golden sand swirled around her exposed form like a second breath.

In one motion — quick, divine, commanding — she cloaked herself in golden armor, sculpted from the swirling grains.

Chestplate of gilded scales.

Armored boots carved with falcon talons.

Crowned mask-like helm with open face, revealing her golden eyes.

The temperature dropped.

The spiritual pressure in the room shifted.

Not VYTHRA.

Something older.

Alive.

Shojiro flinched. "What the hell is that?! That's not our system!"

Karl scanned wildly. "That's not VYTHRA… It's soul-reactive. It's like her armor has memory."

Zans, flat: "That's not armor. That's... a curse given shape."

Saria's smile thinned. Her voice like sand slipping off a blade.

"Wait… you haven't unlocked your Eidolons yet?"

She stared at them — visibly unimpressed. She looked genuinely offended.

"This generation of Chosen is so… disappointing."

She raised one hand.

Sand erupted around her like wings — and from the dust formed golden warriors in mockery of the Chosen:

Distorted clones bearing their weapons, twisted versions of their faces, their stances, their pride.

"Very well, little flames.

Let me show you what power buried in time looks like."

Max, jaw tight, summoned both Indra Arrows to his arms, lightning charging with a hiss.

"Guys. No jokes now."

Shojiro cracked his neck.

"Time to make the mummy queen eat sand."

Morgz, now refocused:

"Let's turn the tide."

Leone grinned.

"I'm aiming straight for her heart."

[Scene Ends — Battle Begins]

The Gilded Queen has awakened.

The sand breathes.

And the Chosen are about to learn just how unworthy they still are.