CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Setting: The sun dips low behind the forest canopy, casting golden light through the branches. The group is prepping supplies for the next leg of their journey. Morgz pulls Enme aside, away from the others.

[Morgz] (hands in pockets, fidgeting with a leaf)

"Hey… Enme. Got a sec?"

[Enme] (glancing up from her daggers, curious)

"Sure. What's up?"

Morgz takes a deep breath. For once, his usual playful grin isn't there.

Morgz

"Back during the dream incident, when you woke up with your shirt ripped… I know how it looked. I know it made you feel weird and violated. And I've been beating myself up since, even if I didn't do anything."

Enme's gaze sharpens a little, but she stays quiet, letting him speak.

Morgz

"I just wanna say it — I didn't touch you. I would never. You've got a great body, yeah. And your powers? Insane. Your vibe? Killer. But that doesn't mean I'd ever cross that line."

Enme (softer now, but still alert)

"…I believe you. But keep going."

Morgz (chuckling weakly)

"Back when I first saw you… I was a K-pop addict, alright? And you — with the tomboy drip, the cold eyes, that silent power? Yeah, I simped. Hard."

(laughs awkwardly)

"I even thought… maybe if the world wasn't ending, maybe something could've happened between us."

He looks at her, honest and unflinching now.

Morgz

"But that was a dream. This is real. We've fought together, bled together. I think you're amazing… but I don't want anything messing up the trust we've built. So…"

He holds out a fist.

Morgz

"Let's just be friends. Teammates. Ride-or-die. Nothing more."

Enme blinks. Her face softens — it's rare, but real.

Enme (bumping her fist into his)

"Friends. But if you simp for me again, I'm kicking your ass."

Morgz (grinning wide now)

"Fair enough."

They both laugh — the tension melting away.

Somewhere in the trees, Zans and Leone are spying from behind a bush. Zans wipes a single fake tear.

Zans, whispering

"Our boy just matured… he leveled up."

Enmes Pov

Scene 1: "If You Had Asked…" – Morgz and Enme

The evening forest was alive with the hush of twilight — cicadas humming faintly, wind rustling through golden leaves.

Morgz stood by a moss-covered tree, eyes lowered, heart thudding in his chest. Across from him, Enme Seiko, the Princess of Sealing, leaned back with arms folded, waiting for him to finish.

He took a shaky breath.

Morgz:

"Enme… about before. I—I know things got weird after the dream stuff. You waking up like that. The torn clothes. The confusion.

I get why you were scared. Why you looked at me like I was someone else. I just… I didn't want that to be the last thing you thought of me."

He paused, tightening his jaw.

"Truth is… before all this. Before the cracks, before the Chosen thing… I was your fan.

The moment you dropped that barrier on the Siren Queen, I lost my damn mind.

You had this unstoppable aura. You were… loud, proud, terrifying. And yeah, okay, hot as hell."

Enme blinked, caught off-guard by his honesty.

Morgz (nervously laughing):

"But I didn't do that. I didn't touch you. And I never would. Even if the world was ending."

His voice softened.

"I guess I just wanted you to know that… if things were different—

if we weren't constantly running for our lives—

and if I wasn't me—

maybe I would've asked you out."

A pause.

"But I think it's better we stay friends. That's all."

Enme didn't answer.

Instead, she looked away — into the dying sun bleeding across the sky. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

Inside her chest, her heart beat faster than she could bear.

"Idiot," she thought. "If you'd asked, I would've said yes."

"I would've kissed you. Right here. Right now. Just to prove you were never 'just' a fan."

But the moment had passed.

She smiled faintly, letting the silence linger.

Enme:

"Thanks for being honest, Morgz. I mean it."

They walked back to camp side by side — not together, not apart. Just two shadows fading into the darkening trees.

Scene 2: "Let's Move Out" – The Team Reunites

As they returned, the other Chosen were already gathering around Karl, whose glowing core flickered with light as he ran diagnostics.

Karl:

"System recalibrated. We're good to go. Destination: Nevada Sector. Estimated time: three days.

Or… one day, if we cut through this region."

Alex (floating lazily in the air):

"Shortcut detected. 83% probability of danger. 100% chance of plot development."

Zans (deadpan):

"Did she just break the fourth wall?"

Max (mock-bowing):

"All hail the sexy psychic exposition dump."

Leone (grinning):

"If we see even one mummy, I'm dragging Max back into the woods."

Karl's metal frame shimmered as he transformed into his Chariot Mode, sleek armored panels shifting into transport form. Seats emerged from the interior, lit by a faint bluish hue.

Shojiro cracked his knuckles.

Shojiro:

"Let's get moving. Don't want to be caught with our pants down if another Namsari shows up."

Scene 3: "The Shortcut" – Something Ancient Awakens

The ride was smooth — too smooth.

As the forest thickened and dusk fell deeper, the trees themselves seemed to bend away from a certain path. Karl's sensors pinged.

Their journey continued for hours — thick forest giving way to misted slopes and overgrown ruins. The sky began to bruise with stars.

Eventually, Karl slowed to a halt.

Karl:

"Detecting ancient substructure. Stone pathway beneath the surface. This could cut our time in half."

Ahead lay a clearing, unnaturally quiet. In its center stood a collapsed shrine, vines choking every pillar.

A broken archway jutted from the earth like a gaping mouth — stairs descending into blackness.

On the stone, scratched by some panicked hand, was a warning:

"IF YOU SEE THEM, DO NOT LOOK AWAY."

"MOVEMENT STOLEN. TIME FROZEN."

Morgz muttering:

"…The hell is this, SCP bullshit?"

Zans (shifting uneasily):

"Why does this feel like we're walking into a trap?"

Alex (tilting her head):

"Because we are."

She floated closer, brushing her fingers against the archway.

Alex:

"Something's waiting inside. Something old. Not a Namsari, not a demon.

Just… a concept. Given shape."

Enme:

"Still think this shortcut's worth it?"

Max:

"Shortcut's a shortcut."

Shojiro:

"If it gets us to the US faster, yeah. We've fought worse."

Leone, with an uneasy smile:

"Guys… I don't like how the air tastes."

One by one, they passed beneath the arch. The air turned heavy — like walking through static. The world behind them shimmered… and vanished.

No trees. No sky. Just corridors.

Endless corridors.

Statues lined the walls — faceless, hunched, featureless horrors of stone. Each one frozen mid-step, their blank faces aimed toward the entrance.

The moment they all stepped beneath the arch, Karl's headlights flickered.

The entrance behind them… vanished.

The maze had chosen them.

And far ahead in the dark, stone scraped softly across stone.