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A single overhead light flickers. Cold metal walls breathe silence. Chains rattle somewhere in the distance.
A man kneels—barely conscious, face bruised, one eye swollen shut. His COMA insignia is torn, slashed across the chest.
The Apex Chair, Elda Kurogane, sits at the head of a crescent table formed by COMA's most elite: the Twelve Fangs, shrouded in shadows. Her aged face is serene—but merciless. Her gaze cuts sharper than any blade.
She speaks with chilling calm.
Elda: “You sold our secrets. To him. And now... you’ll bleed for it.”
The traitor gasps, trembling. “He knows... everything. He knows about the Vault... about the children... about Umbra.”
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Two masked enforcers descend. There are no bullets. No poisons. Only blades.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNXr7FyNmDP
They make it slow.
As the traitor screams echo through the chamber, no one flinches. Not even once.
Then He Enters.
The metal doors creak open.
A tall man in an obsidian overcoat steps in — silver hair slicked back, eyes glinting like frostbitten steel. The air changes. Everyone stiffens.
The former COMA heir.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsSicnBeUaO
The man who was denied the Apex seat by Lev's grandfather.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnpGYC3Zb4n
The grandfather of Raiden and Sayaka. Avni’s maternal grandfather.
He walks with calm arrogance, not bothering to bow.
Him: “Elegant, as always, Elda. Though your methods are... primitive.”
Elda doesn’t rise.
Elda: “This is sacred ground. You shouldn’t be here.”
He stops beside the corpse.
Him: “Neither should betrayal. But here we are.”
She narrows her eyes.
“You want war?”
He smiles slowly. A devil’s grin.
Him: “Do you really want another incident like thirteen years ago? Or have you forgotten how many bodies we buried that night?”
The Twelve Fangs shift in their seats. Even they remember that blood-soaked night — when Lev’s parents, Erik’s family, and others were slaughtered. Orchestrated by someone. Covered up by everyone.
Elda’s voice is calm, but thunderous.
Elda: “That was your doing. We lost leaders because of you. You walked out of this council. Don’t come back with riddles.”
He steps forward.
Him: “A council? This is a graveyard with fancy chairs. You think you're raising heirs… But I already own one of them.”
That chills the room.
Him: “You sent Luce, the boy with the pretty smile, to spy on me. Brave. But foolish. One of your nine ‘chosen’ has already betrayed you. I didn’t need to ask. They came to me.”
Elda rises at last.
Elda (coldly): “You’re bluffing.”
He leans in, inches from her face.
Him: “Then let's play.”
Kicked the Corpse
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Elda: “You’ll start a war you can’t finish.”
Him (whispers): “Then war it is.”
He walks away, cloak sweeping behind him. His footsteps echo like a funeral march.
As the doors slam shut, the Apex Chair turns to COMA.
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Elda: “Call Luce. He has his mission.”
Nine students enter the hallowed gates — each carrying a legacy, a secret… or a death sentence.
Among them:
Lev Morozov — The Russian with eyes that forgot how to cry.
Avni Rathore — Daughter of wealth, fury, and prophecy.
Raiden Kurogane — The silent storm with too much to lose.
Sayaka Kurogane — The serpent who smiles before she strikes.
Erik Falk — The calm before the hurricane.
Luciano “Luce” Moretti — The charming spy playing both sides.
They laugh. They clash.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcuKi8b9g3r
They trust. They lie.15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDekS4CQmIH
They train in Umbra — unaware that one of them… has already chosen the enemy.
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ns216.73.216.82da2At the end of this saga...15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvE3NaSbOJA
Will brotherhood survive betrayal?15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4BtcwUIRk1
Will love outlive legacy?15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJdh9biBILI
Will they live? Or will they be legends carved in blood?
