CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Tag Team Execution — "Shadowed Twin Eclipse"

As the Namsari regenerated again, grotesque tendrils writhing outward from its reforming core, a suffocating darkness began spreading across the dream-world terrain.

A chill, silent fog began to slither around the group. The moon in the sky split into two.

"...Back up," Zans whispered. His voice was flat, cold. Focused.

He stepped forward through the mist, his body melting into pure shadow, forming jagged silhouettes. And from his own back…

Kuro stepped out.

Not phasing. Not vanishing.

She walked forward, fully solid.

Her long onyx-black hair floated like ink in water.

Eyes closed. Arms folded. Calm.

Her presence was as unnatural as it was beautiful.

"Are you ready?" she whispered without looking at Zans.

"Always," Zans replied.

And they moved.

Phase 1: Distortion Veil

The air snapped as Kuro released an obsidian wave — a dome of flickering shadows that disrupted psychic interference. The Namsari's tentacles twitched, hesitated—it couldn't detect their presence anymore.

"It can't track us now," Kuro said. "But you only get one shot."

"Then I won't miss."

Phase 2: Nightmare Leech Mode — "Wraith Driver"

Zans' body cracked into dozens of jagged shadow limbs. His arms extended, warped, shifting like a centipede's flurry of legs. He blitzed forward, phasing through terrain, appearing directly beneath the regenerating Namsari core.

He plunged his arms into its forming chest — not to strike, but to leech.

"Siphoning… NOW!"

Black veins pulsed through the Namsari's body as Zans began to absorb its VYTHRA, stealing its regenerating essence.

-Phase 3: Kuro's Soul Pin — "Ebon Thorn Cage"

Kuro stepped into a swirl of ink and emerged behind the beast. In her palm formed a black needle, no bigger than a hair, but dense with soul-warping energy.

She flicked it forward—once.

It pierced the back of the Namsari's core… and suddenly a hundred spectral thorns burst outward like a black lotus, impaling the Namsari's soul layer from every direction.

The creature screeched, but couldn't move. It was locked between realms — body to Zans, soul to Kuro.

Phase 4: Shadowed Twin Eclipse – Final Move

Zans extended both arms to the side, eyes glowing crimson.

"This is for Morgz. For Enme. For Shojiro. For me."

The shadows around him rose — and from Kuro's side, hers joined his.

Together, they became a rotating eclipse, a spinning gyroscopic ring of blackened fate.

"Nightfall Spiral."

They spun.

And struck.

A dual tornado of darkness ripped through the Namsari, not slicing its body — but erasing its soul signature, dragging the creature into pure null-space between reality and nightmare.

When it ended…

There was silence.

Ash floated down. Zans dropped to one knee, breathing hard. Kuro floated gently back into his shadow, her voice echoing softly:

"That was... fun."

He whispered:

"Thank you. I know you'll always be here."

The rest of the team stepped forward, stunned. Even Karl looked impressed.

"Zans… what the hell are you?" Max murmured.

"Just a shadow," Zans replied. "With one person who still believes in me."

Scene Continuation: "The Imagination Rule"

As the black eclipse settled and the remains of the Namsari dissolved into mist, the group stood there—breathless. The silence wasn't just awe. It was confusion.

Karl finally broke it.

"Wait a damn second."

"Zans… since when could you do that?"

His eyes narrowed. "You don't have soul thorns. You don't have wraith limbs. You're not that fast."

Shojiro nodded slowly.

"Even your shadow manipulation isn't that... refined. Since when can you erase souls?"

Zans looked at them all.

His red irises flickered. His body was beginning to return to normal, the extended limbs folding into human shape again.

"I didn't," he said quietly.

"Not in the real world, anyway."

Leone tilted her head. "...What do you mean?"

Zans exhaled, placing a hand to his temple.

"We're in a dream. My dream, specifically. Which means…"

"I make the rules here."

Everyone blinked.

"I imagined Kuro into reality. I imagined shadow techniques I'd never mastered. I imagined what I could be, if I wasn't scared, if I wasn't doubting."

He clenched his fist and looked down at it.

"Imagination is power in the dreamworld. That's how the Namsari got us—it warped our fears."

"But I flipped the script. Instead of fear, I used… belief."

Max gave a low whistle. "That's… badass."

Alex raised an eyebrow, her psychic aura glowing faintly.

"You weaponized lucid dreaming. That's dangerously advanced subconscious manipulation. Not bad, emo-boy."

Zans looked away, slightly blushing.

"I didn't do it alone."

From his shadow, Kuro's faint voice whispered:

"Of course not."

Shojiro chuckled, arms crossed.

"Well, remind me to sleep near you next time we camp."

Karl groaned.

"I feel like a side character in your arc now. Thanks, man."

Scene: The Birth of Lucid Collapse

The battle was over. Or so they thought.

The twisted dream realm had cracked apart, shattering like glass around the Chosen as they blinked awake one by one beneath the moonlight, still breathing hard from the fight that never physically happened.

But not all was well.

Something remained.

A sliver.

A smeared fragment of will, so thin it went unnoticed by even Yggdrasil's divine senses. Not soul, not VYTHRA—just raw, lingering hatred. A dying parasite desperate to survive.

It found a target: the strongest unstable mind in the room.

Alex.

A faint shimmer slipped into her.

Karl blinked beside her. "...Did you feel that?"

Alex's body went still. Her eyes dilated.

Then—

"Tch. You really thought you could control me?"

Her voice echoed across planes.

Inside her own mind, she stood face to face with the coiled specter of the Aetherial Namsari's will. Twisting, monstrous, made of nightmare threads and jagged memories, it hissed as it lunged to take control of her.

Big mistake.

Alex snapped her fingers.

The entire battlefield folded inwards. Her mental plane shifted into a dream arena—infinite, mirrored, silent.

Suddenly, the Namsari's will was no longer facing her.

It was facing itself.

"Let's see if you survive you."

It began to scream.

Fangs turned inward. Eyes stared at eyes. Every copy of itself lunged, clawed, bit, devoured, regenerated—and repeated the cycle endlessly. Trapped in a collapsing spiral of its own worst self.

In the real world, Alex's body levitated slightly. Her aura flared violet-blue as a glowing orb floated between her hands—inside, the Namsari's will howled, folding on itself over and over, deeper into madness.

Then—silence.

New Ability Unlocked: Lucid Collapse

Class: Aetherial

Function: Alex traps an enemy's consciousness in an endless lucid dream world—one that forces them to fight their worst possible self over and over again until mental collapse.

The longer they resist, the stronger their inner self becomes.

Death in the dream = permanent mental shutdown in reality.

Limit: Can only be used on enemies with unstable minds or fragmented souls.

Visual Cue: Her pupils shimmer like spinning dreamcatchers. A faint chime echoes when the ability is activated.

Karl blinked.

"...Alex?"

She lowered gently back to the ground.

The orb vanished.

"All good," she said with a soft smile. "Just cleaned up the trash."

And for a moment… the others saw something in her eyes.

Not madness.

Not mercy.

Just clarity sharpened into cruelty.

"No one's breaking into my mind never again," she whispered. "Next time, I'm the nightmare."