Last Bastion: Reincarnated Prince of Stormwatch

"Before the Choir sang, we had voices. Now we sing only through the silence they buried us in."

—Morghan the Forgotten, Herald of the Quiet Requiem

Location: Hollowbarrow – The Chimegraves

Beneath the world, beneath roots and ruins, beneath even the Choir signal itself, there exists a place known only in whispers: Hollowbarrow.

It is not a city.

It is a mass grave—sealed by stone and resonance, its surface ringed with broken bell fragments, its air stagnant with soul-mist.

From these catacombs rose Morghan, neither alive nor truly dead.

He was draped in a burial robe woven from obituary pages and choir hymnals.

His face was covered by a blank porcelain mask—cracked, with only a single eye visible: pale, cloudy, yet burning with memory.

Around him stirred the Carrion Underguard—souls long forgotten by the living, bound together by the tones that killed them.

POV – Morghan the Forgotten

They called it the Choir of Ascension.

Said it would keep the dead from rising. That death should be peaceful.

What they created was not peace. It was silence.

Morghan remembered the day he died.

It wasn't during battle. Not even in sleep.

It was during the tuning—an early prototype of the Bellfields meant to "filter" grief from villages by muting emotional resonance.

He had cried at his daughter's grave.

And the Choir bell near his village sensed that sadness as corruption.

So it tolled.

And every soul in that cemetery—including his—simply… stopped.

No ascension. No passage. No rebirth.

Only a locked echo, trapped in the tonal residue of the tower.

"They sealed us in the silence they feared."

"But we remember."

Scene – Carrion Underguard's Resurrection

Within Hollowbarrow, the Requiem Bells tolled for the first time in 200 years.

Not rung by priests.

Not sung by any choir.

But activated by soulweight—the accumulated grief of a thousand unmourned spirits.

Across the depths, bodies moved.

Not mindless.

Not obedient.

But aware.

They had names once. Families. Fates.

Now, they served the Lord of Echoed Deaths—Morghan.

The Quiet March Begins

The Carrion Underguard does not siege with steel.

They drain the Choir tones from within, consuming memory echoes to erase tower command chains.

They walk unseen through grave paths, surfacing beneath civilian sectors and relay sanctuaries.

They carry mourning weapons—funeral blades and shrouds that sever both life and resonance.

And above all, they are immune to Choir repulsion fields—because they are its children.

Morghan stood before a wall etched with ancient names.

He touched the inscription:

[Bria Morghan – Daughter. Silenced.]

He whispered, "Your voice will ring again. Through them."

Cut to: Stormwatch – Internal Crisis Council

Ashra: "New Gravespire is gone."

Rain: "Gone?"

Ashra: "Erased. No structural collapse. No magic flare. Just… absence. Like it was unbuilt."

Jag leaned forward. "How?"

Rain's voice lowered.

"Carrion-class interference. Subharmonic consumption. They're eating tower memories. Taking back the echoes."

Jag's eyes narrowed.

"They're not after power."

"They're after identity."

Rain nodded. "And they're reclaiming the Choir to do it."

System Alert: Echofield Inversion Detected

[WARNING – SYSTEM MEMORY LEAK]

Morghan the Forgotten has initiated Quiet Requiem in southern grave-lines.

Choir Node Memory Cores degrading.

Tower Defense Grid Recognition dropping by 34%

Bellfield Caches in danger of data erasure

Scene – Morghan in the Ruins of Gravespire

He walked slowly, hands trailing across cracked bellstone.

His mask trembled with grief, not rage.

"They forgot us."

"So we will become unforgettable."

One of his deathknights approached, a spectral woman in a half-burned wedding gown.

"Lord. The signal from Stormwatch still rings."

Morghan stared north.

Then whispered.

"Then Stormwatch shall become our choir."

Final Scene – Jag, Alone at the Choir Archives

He flipped through old military documents—pre-Choir times.

Records of early failures. Of lost soul-filters. Of tuning casualties.

He saw Morghan's name.

Subject #23B – Emotional Collapse Incident – Silenced.

Jag shut the file.

He sat in silence.

And, for the first time, he didn't question why they marched.

Only how he would survive them.