{The scene opens inside a ruined chapel, its pews broken, its walls cracked. The air is thick with dust, illuminated by the faint glow of candlelight. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands at the altar, his presence commanding. His Disciples kneel before him, silent, waiting. He runs his fingers over the surface of an aged Bible, the leather cracked, the pages worn from time and use.}
“War comes like a thief in the night. It does not wait for permission. It does not ask if you are ready. It arrives, unannounced, tearing through the weak, devouring those too blind to see it coming.”
{Graves lifts his head, his gaze sharp, cutting through the flickering light.}
“Klaus Way….Eclipse and Destructo. You step into this battle as if you hold dominion over fate. You believe your hands guide the course of war. But you do not hold the reins you are merely passengers, carried toward a reckoning you do not yet understand.”
{He takes a slow step forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor.}
“Klaus, you chase purpose like a man grasping at smoke. You stand beside those who twist the world into something unholy, thinking yourself above them, yet you are bound all the same. Eclipse, your name is fitting for all you have done is drown in darkness, believing it makes you stronger. Destructo… you were once a boy who wished to be a hero. But now? You are nothing more than the wreckage left behind when a dream dies.”
{Graves clenches his fist over the Bible, his voice deep.}
“And yet, you come before me, unafraid. You believe you bring war to my door. But war does not come to me I AM WAR!!….The blade. The flood. The hand that casts judgment.”
{He walks toward the chapel’s shattered doorway, the wind howling through the open space.}
“Your rebellion will not be remembered. Your names will not be spoken in triumph. You will not be written in history as conquerors. You will be footnotes reminders of what happens to those who stand against something greater than themselves.”
{Graves stops at the threshold, turning back for a final moment, his voice dropping to a quiet, unshakable certainty.}
“Steel will break. Flesh will tear. And when the dust settles, the righteous will remain, while the unworthy are cast aside. Prepare yourselves, for the invasion does not belong to you it belongs to The….almighty….”
{The screen fades to black, the sound of distant thunder rolling in the background.}