CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Scene: Pyramid Throne – The Truth of the Eidolons

The throne chamber dimmed.

The torches shifted hue, glowing pale gold. A soft hum began to vibrate beneath their feet — the resonance of something older than the pyramid itself.

Saria stepped down from the dais, her bare feet silent on the smooth stone. The playful gleam in her eyes softened. Just a little.

Saria (serious now):

"You deserve the truth. Especially you, my darling Max."

She ran a finger down his chest before turning to the others.

"You all felt it, didn't you? The pressure when I wore that armor. That wasn't VYTHRA. It was something far more ancient."

She spread her arms. The glyphs on the walls lit up with cascading memories — holograms of desert kingdoms, dying empires, and blinding golden light.

Saria:

"Long before your Primordials were worshipped… long before the Cradle… there were weapons, born not from science or energy, but from identity itself."

"Power drawn from the very core of the soul. The divine self. That is what we call an Eidolon."

The group was silent.

Enme (narrowing eyes): "Eidolon... sounds like a spirit?"

Saria (nodding): "Not quite. It's a manifestation of your true self. Your legend. The 'you' that exists even if your body and soul are destroyed. It's the echo that persists in eternity."

"Your Primordials gave you power… but your Eidolons? They are born from who you truly are, deep within."

She turned toward Leone.

Saria: "Your Phantom form? It's a shadow of your Eidolon. Not fully awakened. Just a taste."

Leone blinked.

Shojiro: "So wait—why haven't we unlocked ours yet?"

Saria (walking slowly):

"Because most of you are still clinging to life. To limits. Eidolons awaken when you reach beyond yourself. When you become something greater than Chosen."

"Max came closest. That's why I chose him."

She paused at the center of the group. Her smile returned, bittersweet now.

Saria:

"As for me… I was never meant to be a guardian. I was human. A tomb digger. Curious. Poor. Always hunting for treasure."

"I found this place long ago. A pyramid older than time. I was foolish… and touched something I shouldn't have."

A golden totem appeared in the air — radiating impossible energy.

Saria:

"I was cursed. My body mummified, my soul sealed. I should've rotted here. But I didn't."

"Because I didn't fear the curse. I accepted it. I owned it. And that acceptance turned my curse into my Eidolon — the 'Touch of Midas.'"

She raised her hand. The sand beneath her crystallized into perfect gold.

Saria: "Anything I touch becomes mine. Not just objects. People. Fates. Legends."

She walked past Morgz.

Saria (teasing): "Even your jealousy, water boy. It's mine now."

Morgz clicked his tongue but said nothing.

Saria (finishing):

"You'll all awaken your Eidolons one day. But it won't be through training."

"It'll be when you're pushed to the edge… and then go farther."

She faced Max again.

Saria:

"Just like he did."

Another kiss. This one slower. More final.

Saria (grinning): "Now that you know the truth… are you ready to leave the past behind?"

The pyramid pulsed around them.

The entrance cracked open behind her — sunlight and sand bleeding through.

Saria (gesturing): "The world awaits you, Chosen. And it's far uglier than I am."

Karl (muttering): "That's... not a high bar."

Shojiro: "You sure you're not coming with us?"

Saria (smiling): "Oh, I will. When the time is right. You'll know. Just keep Max alive."

Max (flatly): "Oh great. No pressure."

Saria (playful): "I am your pressure now, love."

Scene: Pyramid Exit

The golden chamber dimmed as the pyramid began to quiet. The curse was lifted. The battle was over.

The Chosen, still shaken but whole, stood at the exit corridor of the throne room — dawn bleeding through the cracks in the stone. The dry wind howled gently outside.

Saria stood tall before them now, veiled in shimmering sand armor that clung to her curves like second skin. The flirt was gone from her voice—replaced by something heavier. Older.

Saria:

"One last thing before you go. About the Eidolons."

She raised a hand. A beam of golden sand shaped itself into a floating, intricate totem — older than memory, humming with power.

Saria (serious):

"This is mine. My Eidolon is not just power. It is this artifact—older than the desert itself. When I touched it, I lost everything. But I gained myself."

"You Chosen… your Eidolons are out there. Sleeping. Waiting to be found."

"You won't earn them by fighting. You must uncover them. Claim them. Bond with them."

The group took that in — realizing a new path had just opened. One that would test them in ways the battlefield never could.

Then she turned to Max.

Everything about her shifted again — from queen to woman. A dangerous, affectionate, beautifully damned woman.

She stepped forward and cupped his face with both hands.

Saria (softly):

"One last thing, thunder boy."

Then she kissed him.

Long.

Sensual.

Unapologetic.

Max didn't fight it. He leaned in.

When she finally pulled back, a silver strand of drool stretched between them. Max stood still, slightly dazed.

Saria licked the drool away from his lip, purring with satisfaction.

Saria (playful):

"Come visit me when you're free."

Her expression darkened a bit, voice a whisper.

Saria (genuine):

"And don't you dare die on me, Max."

Max exhaled slowly, the storm in his eyes surging back.

He grinned, cocky and confident — every bit the immortal thunder child.

Max:

"Death will only receive me when it's earned me."

The ground rumbled.

Outside the pyramid, the sands began to part—vast dunes splitting apart like the Red Sea. A golden corridor stretched miles across the Sahara, cutting through deathworm territory like divine law.

Shojiro (awe-struck): "She just… Moses'd the desert."

Karl: "She's showing off."

Enme (whispering): "She's saying goodbye."

Saria (calling out):

"Walk safely, my little legends. You haven't seen the worst yet."

And with a gust of wind and laughter in her voice, she vanished in a swirl of sand.

The Chosen stepped into the parted desert, sun shining above, scars still fresh — but their path now clear.