The Hall of Judgment
The colossal grand hall of the Valkerio Sentinels stands in suffocating silence. Crystal pillars glow faintly, their dim light reflecting across armored warriors —vanguards with their respective squad seated in disciplined rows. Power lingers in the air like a storm waiting to fall.
At the front, the four Anchors sit elevated, their presence absolute.
The echo of footsteps cuts through the silence.
Ireivo and his squad enter first.
Terion follows, wounded yet composed, his group close behind.
Shammroy and his group walk last — calm, unaware, curious.
Ireivo's team and Terion's group kneel instantly before the Anchors with the respect.
Shammroy and his group do not.
They simply look around.
From the shadows, six figures step forward into the faint glow.
Vanguard 1 - Hewin.
Vanguard 2 - Pshychorusino.
Vanguard 3 - Logeria.
Vanguard 4 -Syrian.
Vanguard 5 - Bovorias.
Vanguard 6 - Ziasian.
The ground trembles.
Eight massive chairs rise slowly from beneath the stone floor, settling behind the shamm roy's group, a deep rumble.
Shammroy's eyes widen.
Shammroy astonished,
"Wow!"
Bovorias turns toward Terion, eyes narrowed.
Bovorias curious,
"What are you doing with them, Terion? And... what happened to you?"
Terion stiffens, words failing him.
Terion nervous,
"I… I… I… uh…"
Anchor 2's voice slices through the tension.
Anchor 2 cold,
"It does not concern you now. Bovorias!"
Bovorias gives a curious nod.
Ireivo's squad moves silently into the shadows, standing alongside the other silent warriors already stationed there.
Roven's gaze sharpens.
Roven low, wary,
"If they brought out these … it has turns out to be a serious."
Elvein nods subtly.
Terion's follows Ireivo's team right after ireivo team into the shadows.
The Vanguards take their respective seats.
Ireivo goes to his chair and sits calm and steady.
Terion, gripping his wounds, slowly lowers himself into his chair.
Silence returns.
Heavier than before.
Shammroy exhales slowly.
Then breaks it.
The Question That Shattered Order
Shammroy steps forward slightly, voice clear and unafraid.
Shammroy firm,
"Could I know why I am here?"
A ripple moves through the hall.
Bovorias' gaze sharpens.
Bovorias offended,
"How dare you break the rules of this place."
Shammroy blinks.
Shammroy confused,
" Sorry!?What?"
Hewin's voice follows, heavy.
Hewin serious,
"By vanishing the Orian. And the Bernetter."
Shammroy raises a brow.
Shammroy calm, honest,
"Whoa. I didn't want to break any rules. I didn't even know there were rules. That was not my intention. For that… I apologize."
Pshychorusino leans forward.
Pshychorusino cold pressure,
"Forget the rules. Tell me why you did it. Do you believe we are helpless?"
Logeria smirks faintly, eyes filled with curiosity rather than hostility.
Logeria intrigued,
"Defeating two in just a few days… you're quite an interesting, troublesome character."
Syrian scoffs.
Syrian mocking,
"I still think we caught the wrong group,guys . These fools doesn't seem or don't look capable of that."
Hewin's gaze snaps to her.
Hewin warning,
"Language, Syrian. And they are the ones who did it."
Syrian lowers her eyes.
Hewin suddenly slams his hand onto the table, the sound echoing across the hall.
He stands.
Hewin demanding,
"Why do you stay silent? Tell us. Why did you do all of this?"
Shammroy's head remains lowered.
For a long moment.
Then slowly… he lifts his gaze.
His expression changes.
Confidence.
Cold clarity.
A faint smirk forms.
He straightens his posture.
The air itself feels heavier.
Shammroy calm, absolute,
"So it has come this far… fine."
A pause.
Then—
Shammroy unshaken,
"I want to rule the ones who create these rules."
The Weight of His Declaration
The entire hall gasps.
The Anchors' fists tighten.
Every Vanguard freezes.
Shammroy's group stares at him in disbelief.
One by one, all the Vanguards rise — except Terion.
Their voices blend into a single chilling echo.
All Vanguards cold, united,
"What did you say?"
Power erupts.
A crushing aura floods the hall.
Querion's knees tremble.
Ferin clenches his teeth.
Kaizer struggles to remain standing.
Even Shammroy feels the pressure.
Their bodies begin to lower.
They resist.
But the weight is immense.
Then—
Shammroy's eyes sharpen.
A silent pulse bursts outward from him.
An unseen force spreads to his team.
The crushing pressure shatters.
Their aura pushes back.
Dominates.
Silence crashes back into the hall.
Anchor 1 raises a single hand.
The power's of both shammroy and vanguard's vanishes instantly.
Anchor 1 commanding,
"Step back. All of you."
The Anchors rise from their seats.
Anchor 4 steps forward slightly.
Anchor 4 measured,
"Tell me your name."
Shammroy does not hesitate.
Shammroy steady,
"I am Keyokthai Shammroy."
The Anchors' expressions shift.
Recognition.
But before anyone speaks—
The Message Only the Anchors Could See
The fingertips of each Anchor begin to glow faintly.
They raise their hands before their faces.
Four holograms form midair — spinning like atoms, revolving with layered symbols.
The four projections slowly merge into one.
This vision is visible only to the Anchors.
A voice speaks from within the light.
Hologram ,calm authority,
"Anchors, my greetings. I am the Dean of Valkerio Academy. As you know, my disciple Seyokthai has achieved a frame position in the Great Portraits."
The image shifts.
A memory unfolds.
The Dean and Seyokthai
A quiet chamber.
The Dean stands before Seyokthai.
Dean proud,
"I am proud of you."
Seyokthai bows slightly.
Seyokthai respectful,
"My pleasure, sir."
The Dean studies him.
Dean observant,
"You seem uneasy. Why?"
Seyokthai hesitates.
Seyokthai nervous,
"Um… I wish to ask something."
The Dean nods.
Dean gentle authority,
"Speak. I will grant it."
Seyokthai takes a breath.
Seyokthai sincere,
"My brother is on this path. I wish… that our side does not interfere with his journey. Please tell our people not to approach him. If they do…I won't hold back."
The Dean studies him for a long moment.
Then nods.
Dean accepting,
"Very well."
The Revelation
The vision returns to the Sentinels.
Hologram continuing,
"It is late, but this is what I wished to deliver. He said you would recognize him… because his name and his brother's are almost the same."
The hologram fades.
Silence follows.
Anchor 4's mind replays Shammroy's words.
Keyokthai Shammroy.
Anchor 1 straightens.
No hesitation. See's the shammroy group who are standing in awe.
Anchor 1 decisive,
"You may all leave."
Anchor 2, 3, and 4 nod immediately.
The Vanguards stare in shock.
Querion blinks.
Querion confused awe,
"Huh… what just happened?"
Shammroy gives a slight bow.
Shammroy respectful,
"Thank you."
They turn and begin to leave.
Behind them—
After they leave.
Pshychorusino steps forward.
Pshychorusino conflicted,
"Mentors… what just happened?"
Anchor 1 turns slowly.
Anchor 1 serious,
"You do not understand the power connected to them."
Hewin stiffens.
Hewin tense,
"What power?"
Anchor 1's gaze sharpens.
Anchor 1 quiet gravity,
"Do you know Seyokthai?"
Syrian's eyes widen.
Syrian realization forming,
"The one who entered our records… so what?"
Anchor 3 exhales slowly.
Anchor 3 meaningful,
"You still do not see it?"
Silence.
Then Anchor 1 delivers the truth.
Anchor 1, absolute,
"His brother… is none other than him — keyokthai shammroy."
The Vanguards' eyes widen in shock.
A disaster narrowly avoided.
Only Ziasian remains still, eyes closed, unreadable.