CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

Maze of Angels — One Month Later

Location: Unknown Depths

Time Inside: 1 Month

Survivors: All 10 Chosen

Condition: Mentally fractured. Physically broken. Reborn 50 times.

"Time doesn't pass here. It drips. Like blood from an open wound."

The Maze had become a prison of recursion. Every corridor felt familiar. Every wall bled silence. The Chosen had stopped asking how long it had been — time had no meaning when your deaths stacked higher than your victories.

They were all alive. Barely.

And yet… they were no longer the same.

Shojiro Momo — The Muscle that Failed, then Ascended

Shojiro stood shirtless in a cavernous hall, fists clenched, body slimmed from his new Muscle Condensation. His skin steamed with tightly wound power, his back facing a wall carved with the names of every fallen Chosen.

"I can't be late again," he muttered, eyes narrowed.

He clenched his knuckles until they turned white. Behind him, Leone's Calamity Bow rested in a shrine of shadows — a memory of failure turned motivation.

Leone Shizuku — The Broken Phantom, Now Unkillable

Hovering slightly above the ground, Leone phased through pillars, her chains orbiting in a slow, solemn rhythm.

Her body no longer bled — it wept echoes. Her eyes, once bright, now shimmered with faded violet.

"I feel everything they felt," she whispered. "Every scream… every time they hurt me… is still inside me."

But she was no longer afraid. She was the fear. Every death had made her soul sharper. Her voice softer. Her aim deadlier.

Morgz Ryuuga — The Drowned Beast, Now Reborn

Within a flooded chamber, Morgz meditated underwater. His limbs pulsed with aquatic strength. His regeneration never stopped — neither did the pain of memory.

Around him swam spectral fish — echoes of sea life created by VYTHRA instinct.

Kraken's Grasp remained coiled beneath his feet, twitching.

"I drowned in my own blood once," Morgz muttered. "It tasted like shame."

His eyes opened. Focused.

"Next time, it'll be theirs."

Max Conrad — The Cursed Champion, Now Unleashed

Max sat cross-legged atop a cracked monolith. His black lightning twitched across the stone. Ghost apparitions lingered near him, silently gnawing the air.

Saria's voice echoed in his head.

"You've died enough. Now go kill enough."

Max stood, eyes glowing with dragon-shaped sparks.

"49...50...what's one more?"

He smirked.

"Just means the next hit hurts more."

Enme Seiko — The Princess of Seals, Now Hollowed

She stood before a mirror made of broken barrier glass. Her own reflection did not weep. It screamed silently — a voiceless memory stitched into her mind.

Enme ran her fingers along her throat. It was whole again.

But it no longer felt hers.

"If they want my voice again," she whispered. "They'll have to choke on it."

Her Sentinel Halo activated, slicing the very air — warning it not to touch her again.

Zans & Kuro — The Duo of Darkness

Zans sat against a cold pillar, staring at his hands.

"I didn't ask to come back."

Inside his mind, Kuro wrapped herself around his shadow like a scarf of grief.

"You didn't ask to fall apart, either," she said softly.

He nodded once.

"Then let's break them instead."

Their shadows merged, stretching outward like wings of dusk. One mind. Two hearts. No mercy.

Karl Mitsubishi — The Engineer of Impossible Limits

In his newly built bunker forged from the stolen materials of the maze, Karl inspected his arm. Nanites shifted like oil. The cube pulsed nearby. The teleportation artifact had synchronized with his system.

"I can't be everywhere at once," he muttered, eyes narrowing.

"But I'll die trying."

Excalibur remained stuck in the rock nearby. He still couldn't lift it.

But he didn't need a sword to break gods.

Just a mind... and 50 lives' worth of data.

Zixy Miya — The Witch That Wouldn't Die

Zixy stitched her sleeve together using her own spectral threads. Her blood had long since been drained from her real body. But here, in her cursed one, she wove pain into every motion.

"Needles never forget," she whispered, tracing her fingertip down her puppet's cheek.

The statues would come again. They always did.

She hoped they brought friends.

Alex — The Mind Ascended, Then Shattered

Alex sat in a field of statues. All of them lay broken — some twitching from Lucid Collapse. Her hair was matted. Blood still crusted her temple. But her eyes…

They glowed.

"You think I forgot what you did?" she whispered to the statue heads.

She raised her hand.

"I made myself forget. I can make the others forget too."

Her voice cracked.

"I have to…"

The Next Phase Begins

The ten Chosen had suffered. Died. Returned.

The maze had become a graveyard for versions of themselves they no longer recognized. But now…

Now they were different. Sharper. Stronger. Colder.

And the Maze?

It finally began to shift.

The final trial awaited.

"No more deaths. Only reckoning."