Subterra: Dark Relm

Part 7:The Fall of Elowen: Subterra's Reckoning

(In a hidden barracks near the palace of Eldoria, tension buzzes through the air as King Aric and Orin prepare for the raid. Soldiers scout the perimeter with hawk-like precision, ensuring no unwanted eyes catch their movements. Inside, the core group-Seraphina, Galen, Damon, Zev, and Locos-sharpen their focus for the task ahead.)

(Galen, pacing anxiously, approaches Orin.)

Galen: Hey, old man, do you really need to come along? We've got this. I don't want you walking into danger if we can handle it ourselves.

(Orin chuckles, his weathered face showing a lifetime of battles.)

Orin: Underestimate me, do you? True, I've grown weaker, but I'm far from fragile. Besides, you boys aren't half the warriors you think you are without me.

Damon: For once, Galen makes a decent point. You should sit this one out, Master.

Galen: See? I do make sense!

Orin: Enough. You two are brothers. Save your energy for keeping each other alive out there. I'm not here to fight-just to keep you from getting yourselves killed.

(Seraphina enters, her face hardened by recent events, but her eyes betray concern.)

Seraphina: Commander Zev, King Aric's troops are ready. The men are on high alert.

Damon: I'm always ready.

Seraphina: I've noticed something odd. You two-Galen, Damon-you both wear earrings.

(Orin smirks, clearly relishing the chance to explain.)

Orin: The earrings are my gift to them. They symbolize their bond as my students.

Damon: Let's keep the focus on the mission.

(Seraphina steps closer, her voice softening.)

Seraphina: You should know, those who wear those earrings are said to become the greatest warriors of Subterra.

(Orin nods in agreement, his eyes gleaming with pride.)

Orin: Indeed. These two will be remembered among the greatest.

Seraphina: Once this is over, I'll personally make sure you both find your way back home.

Damon: I'm not here for glory. I'm here for answers. I'll scour all of Subterra if I have to.

Seraphina: Answers to what?

Damon: That's none of your concern.

(Seraphina looks at him curiously, then steps back, sensing the weight of his mission. Meanwhile, Zev confronts Locos, his tone sharp.)

Zev: Why are you leading the raid, Locos? You weren't at yesterday's meeting.

Locos: King's orders. I was assigned just for this raid. My usual duty is guarding the Darkrift, protecting Luminara.

Zev: Vorath's already stolen one of the stones. We can't afford to lose another.

(Locos's face hardens.)

Locos: I know. I was ill when the attack happened. If I'd been there, the stone-and my men-would still be alive.

Zev: No excuses. We both have something to reclaim today.

(The time to raid has arrived. Two massive giants guard the palace entrance, their immense forms casting shadows across the landscape. Orin turns to Galen and Damon, his voice steady and full of authority.)

Orin: Those giants-knock them out and clear the path for us.

(Galen and Damon exchange a glance, their determination evident. With swift movements, they activate Veyra, the enchanted weapons glowing bright. Their fists collide with the giants, sending them crashing to the ground with thunderous force. Inside the palace, chaos erupts as Aric's external forces storm the walls, creating a perfect distraction.)

(Galen and Damon move swiftly, disabling weapons and subduing guards, but avoiding unnecessary bloodshed. The palace, now in complete disarray, braces for the real battle as King Elowen's soldiers rally against Aric's and Orin's armies.)

(Damon, moving with calculated precision, heads toward the prison to rescue King Thalric. Galen, however, advances toward Elowen's throne, ready to face the king head-on.)