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In the year 3237, deep within the ancestral lands far west of Jungle Village (Adabat), the air vibrates with ancient sanctity. This is the home of the Khun Clan, the last lineage of Siamese Mobians, where the echoes of Ayothaya still resonate through the fabric of time.
The air in the Khun clan homeland vibrates with Holy Radiation. Khun Tai, his fur a deep charcoal black, adjusts his Green Chong Kraben. Though he carries the weight of 1,029 years, he moves with the fluidity of a strike delivered in a pico-second. He draws the Holy Suriyan Nampee Blade; its edge doesn't just cut steel, it severs the fabric of the Outerverse. Behind him, the Wheel of Dhamma glows, a golden portal ready to manifest a billion Baikao Blades to purge any evil that dares approach their sacred soil.
Beside him stands Khun Boon, her yellow fur bright against her light-blue Sbai. While her brother is the shield and the sword, she is the breath of life. Her Mothra Blood pulses with a gentle but terrifying power. She adjusts her purple waistband, the golden Thai script for "Boon" shimmering. She doesn't just heal wounds; she re-knits existence itself. With a wave of her hand, a kaleidoscope of miniature Mothras descends, their wings humming a rhythmic prayer that echoes the chants of ancient monks.
A mechanical shadow looms on the horizon-an anomaly from the modern Mobian world-but it finds no purchase here. The siblings share a glance. A low, guttural Godzilla-like rumble begins in Tai's chest, answered by the melodic, high-frequency chirp of the Mothra within Boon. They do not just fight; they perform a divine dance of Muay Thai, turning the battlefield into a consecrated temple.
Their Prologues still continue.