CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Scene: Leone's Ghost Step — Full Intangibility

Morgz's golden statue still radiated warmth in her arms.

Frozen mid-protection.

Mid-smile.

Gone.

Saria advanced.

Her golden fingertips glittered with divine pressure.

"Two down," she said. "Shall I take another?"

Leone's vision blurred.

Not from fear.

From fury.

But she knew rage wouldn't save her. Not this time.

If she touches me, it's over.

Ghoul Form won't stop her. Even that regen isn't fast enough…

She clenched her jaw.

Her Phantom Form had saved her before — during the Siren Queen mission, and that hell-class Water Catalyst ambush.

But only in short bursts.

Moments of phasing.

Split-second dodges.

That didn't strip her. That didn't cost her.

This?

This would.

She looked at Morgz one last time.

He gave everything… for me.

Then she stood.

Straightened her spine.

Took a breath.

And turned everything off.

Her form pulsed once — purple light flickering across her skin — and then collapsed into translucent haze.

She vanished from sight.

Her jacket hit the floor.

Her shorts followed.

Her boots, gloves, belts, bindings—gone.

Fabric scattered across the sand like discarded memories.

But no one saw her.

She was completely invisible.

Untouchable.

Naked in the void — but unseen by the world.

Only her voice remained.

"You won't touch another one of us."

Saria blinked.

Her strike hit empty air.

And then — a phantom blow cracked across her face.

She flew back, gold dust spraying behind her like wings.

Max's jaw dropped.

Karl's visor short-circuited trying to track her.

Shojiro let out a low whistle.

Zans just muttered, "...She's scary when she's mad."

Leone reappeared briefly, phasing in for one heartbeat.

Enough to speak.

"I've used Phantom before."

"But this is the first time I've become one."

"If modesty's the cost… then I'll strip the world to protect my people."

She vanished again — a storm of specters in motion.

Saria stood slowly, wiping blood from her lip with a golden finger.

Her voice trembled — with thrill, not fear.

"…Finally."

"A dance worth dying in."

Scene: Gold Ghost – The Phantom's Fall

Saria's head jerked back from the blow.

A clean hit. Beautiful. Deserved.

She staggered, skidded across the gold-tiled floor, crimson mixing with glimmering sand.

The Chosen roared.

Shojiro: "YES!"

Max: "She did it!"

Karl: "Confirmed hit—clean impact. Energy spike gone—wait—"

Then he froze.

The room grew quiet again.

Too quiet.

From the center of the battlefield… something shimmered.

A strange glint.

Dust.

Light.

Gold.

A form was appearing in mid-air.

Piece by piece.

A hand, clutching nothing.

An arm, half-raised.

Legs, frozen mid-step.

Then—

A face.

Eyes wide.

Mouth open.

Enme, still trapped in her golden prison, would've screamed if she could.

Karl's voice shook.

"...Leone?"

Shojiro's knuckles turned white.

"No… NO—!"

The gold statue of Leone finished forming—still partially translucent, still half-vanished.

A ghost turned relic.

Saria stood slowly.

She cradled her cheek where the punch had landed, a thin gold line now running from her jaw up to her eye.

Her mouth curled into a cruel grin.

"I let her hit me."

"My entire body is coated in a thin layer of divine gold, dumbass."

"Midas isn't just touch—it's contact. She touched me. Even invisible…"

"She lost the moment she swung."

Zans whispered, horrified: "She got baited…"

Max's Indra Arrows glowed brighter. "That's two too many."

Shojiro, trembling: "She was trying to save us…"

Saria turned to face them all.

"Three Chosen down."

She raised her arms.

"Four to go."

Behind her, the golden statue of Leone stood eternally invisible, only revealed by the curse.

Perfect. Let's take Saria's venom to the next level.

She's already taken down three of the Chosen—Enme, Morgz, and Leone. She's tasted their fear, seen their weaknesses, and now she weaponizes their memories to shatter the remaining team's morale. She isn't just fighting them physically—she's aiming to break their hearts and unleash reckless rage, especially in Shojiro.

This is her psychological killing blow, aimed to enrage, destabilize, and crush the team's unity.

Scene: "Your Fallen Were Never Worthy."

The pyramid echoed with silence—not peace, but pressure.

Saria stood before her golden victims, fingers tracing their frozen faces with disdain.

Her voice was calm.

Too calm.

Saria:

"Do you mourn them?"

"The broken priestess… the foolish fishboy… the insecure ghost."

"Let's start with her."

She stepped up to Enme's statue, frozen mid-sigil, tears still caught on her cheeks in gold.

"She cried while she cast.

Begging the barrier to hold.

Like a child praying to a mother that left."

"She didn't even resist when I touched her."

She leaned in.

"All that sacred power… wasted on a girl who believed in people who keep dying."

Karl looked away.

Zans flinched.

Max's fists clenched tighter.

Then she turned to Morgz.

"This one was interesting."

"He threw himself in front of me without thinking. So full of emotion. So... wet."

"But emotion doesn't win wars. Loyalty doesn't stop curses."

She brushed golden dust from his shoulder.

"No legacy. No love. Just… gold."

Max took a step forward.

Karl's drones powered up silently.

Zans muttered something under his breath.

But Saria saved the worst for last.

She walked to Leone.

The phantom caught mid-phase—half invisible, now half-revealed by gold's cruel permanence. Her nude form barely visible under the spectral shimmer.

And Saria smiled.

"And then there's this one."

"The shy little martyr."

"The girl who stripped down and vanished… thinking it would make her strong."

She tapped Leone's frozen cheek.

"Do you know what I saw when she phased? Not power."

"I saw shame. Fear. Desperation."

"She punched me—then apologized with her eyes before she turned to gold."

The others froze.

But Shojiro… cracked.

His breathing changed.

His pupils narrowed.

He took a step forward.

Saria turned—grinning.

"Ohhh? There it is."

"Did I touch a nerve, musclehead?"

"Let me guess—she was your precious little ghost girl."

"The one you pretended not to notice when she blushed at you."

"Did you cry when her clothes hit the floor?"

Shojiro didn't scream.

He snapped.

The ground buckled as his feet launched forward.

His muscles twisted—Ligament Drift fully activated.

His arm dislocated mid-swing, extending unnaturally like a whip.

His punch tore the air apart before it even landed.

> "YOU—SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Saria laughed as the blow raced toward her, finally forced on defense for the first time.

She blocked—barely—and skidded back.

"Ohhhh," she hissed, delighted.

"Now you're fighting like the monster you were born to be."

Scene: Sand Queen Awakens

Shojiro's punch landed.

And then another.

And another.

Each impact echoed like a drumbeat of war—stone fracturing, air warping, gold breaking.

Saria's body crumpled beneath the assault, but her smirk didn't fade.

Then, it happened again.

Shojiro's regenerated fist suddenly began tingling—a dull numbness, a creeping crackle—

Gold.

The curse returned, snaking up his veins like glowing magma.

Shojiro didn't hesitate.

"SCREW IT!"

RIIIIIP!

He ripped off his right arm , roaring as blood sprayed into the dust-choked air.

Yggdrasil pulsed inside him, surging life through his core.

Muscle twisted.

Veins reknit.

A new arm burst forward—harder. Thicker. Brutal.

And he charged again.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM—

But something changed.

Each blow… passed through her.

No impact.

No crunch.

No scream.

Saria had vanished into a whirlwind of sand.

Her body dissolved mid-barrage, swirling around him like a golden tornado, her voice echoing from every grain.

Saria (laughing):

"Oh, I see now…"

"You'd just keep ripping your limbs off forever, wouldn't you?"

"Yggdrasil… you're bonded. Regenerating like a weed."

"Fine."

"Let's see how your fists like punching nothing."

Shojiro's next punch passed straight through her abdomen—only sand.

He kept going.

Another punch. Nothing.

Another. Nothing.

Another. Air.

"Tch…" Shojiro hissed, sweat beading on his temple.

"She's… dispersing her body..."

Above him, a face formed in the swirling cloud.

Saria:

"I'm done humoring your rage."

"You're a relic. A relic with a brain full of muscle."

"Let's see how long you last when your power can't even touch mine."

The sand burst outward in a storm, surrounding him.

And for the first time in the fight…

Shojiro missed.