Dharma Pratap – Codename: Maheshwara
Vikram Saha – Codename: Agni
Vikram (grinning):"If you've paged us, Dharma, it means the world's about to break apart... or burn."
Rowan Blackwood – Codename: Shadow
Rowan (calmly):"You always had a flair for the dramatic, Dharma. A burning world, a rooftop rendezvous... It's time, isn't it?"
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Suzuki Shinzo – Codename: Silent Oni
Suzuki (smirking):"Only a fool would call us all together. Or a man ready to end the world. Which are you, Dharma?"
Dharma:"If I've called you here, it's because the time has come. The split—the only solution to end this war—is ready."
Rowan (crossing his arms):"So it's true. The Parallel Split. Two realities—one for Ascendants, one for Normies. Sounds like something straight out of a god's playbook."
Vikram (chuckling):"Or a madman's. You've always been both, Dharma. But let's get to the point—if this is happening, what do you need from us?"
Suzuki (with a sly grin):"He wouldn't call us unless he needed more than brute strength. Right, Dharma?"
Dharma (nodding):"The split isn't something I can accomplish alone. The Sword of Creation holds the power to divide realities, but I have my limits. I'll need your abilities to stabilize the process and ensure both worlds remain intact. Otherwise..."
Rowan (finishing the sentence):"Otherwise, we're looking at mutual destruction. Two realities collapsing into one chaotic mess. It's a dangerous plan, Dharma. You'd better have more than hope backing it."
Dharma:"I don't expect hope to carry this. Only strength, precision... and trust
Rowan (coldly):
"He's a dead man with this split. The Federation's waited for ISS to crack—now we take the worlds he's breaking. I don't dirty my hands; I just claim the spoils."
Suzuki (quiet, measured):
"When he falls, the board's ours. The sword, the realities—I'll carve them clean and silent. Japanese Sentinels don't waste moves; neither will I."
Vikram (grinning, savage):
"Always the loyal hound—'til now. ISS was his game, but war's mine. He shatters it? I'll rule the pieces. Revolution's my play."
Rowan (sharp, low):
"Careful steps, though. He catches wind, that blade's on us. I've seen him shred armies—EFS included. We wait 'til he's gone."
Their eyes lock, a silent pact sealed. The camera fades back to the rooftop, the trio behind Dharma, faces unreadable.
Dharma (quietly, to himself):"This is the only way."
Narrator(heavy):"While Dharma sought to save the world, those closest to him plotted its control. The balance of peace rested not in the sword, but in the hearts of those who wielded it. And even gods could not predict the storm to come."