Chain sits on a metallic floor.
In front of him stands a small round table, wide and wooden, its surface smooth and perfectly polished. At the center of the table rests a statue shaped like two open hands, positioned as if in prayer. Between their palms, they hold a metallic globe like a earth
Around the table, several chairs are arranged in a circular formation, each separated by a moderate distance from the others. The chairs resemble those of an office, cold and practical against the strange atmosphere of the room.
Above them, a large white rectangular lamp hangs from the ceiling, casting a pale light across the entire metallic space of the fairly large, unknown office.
The walls surrounding the room are dark blue metal, smooth and windowless. There are no openings anywhere.
Outside the office, faint mechanical sounds echo softly through the structure, distant and constant, like the breathing of some enormous machine heart
Behind Chain, a shattered door hangs crookedly from its frame, twisted and broken as if something enormous had crashed through it to enter the room.
Around the ruined entrance stand two dogs—a Doberman and a Kangal—both wearing black military suits and dark glasses. They stare at the destroyed doorway with visible confusion, trying to understand what could have caused such damage.
In their hands, they carry strange white rectangular weapons marked with black stripes along the sides, their fingers resting close to the triggers.
At the same time, two figures in white hoods pass beside Chain
Their bodies are completely covered in long white garments that drape over them like veils, hiding every feature beneath layers of pale fabric.
Without speaking, they walk toward the far side of the round table and sit down in the last two empty chairs.
Chain quietly laughs to himself as he looks around at the chaos he caused, his wide grin stretching across his muzzle while the broken metal door hangs behind him like the remains of a violent storm
The two unknown figures in white sit silently beside one another.
Suddenly, the one on the left slowly lowers his hood.
Beneath it, a red-and-gray figure is revealed, resembling a demonic parrot. Black stripes surround his eyes, beginning at his long, downward-pointing beak and stretching all the way to the top of his head.
His glowing green eyes lock onto Chain with clear disdain as Chain continues laughing mockingly at the destruction behind him.
Unknown Parrot (formal/plural):
Does all of this seem amusing to you, Mister Chain? Is that why you're laughing? Do you even understand what you've done? You destroyed a door worth thousands of golden sticks.
Chain scratches the side of his head lazily with his sharp claws and lets out a yawn while the parrot visibly grows angrier.
Parrot:
This is unacceptable. It is insulting, and it shows absolutely no respect toward us.
Chain:
Mister Parrot, could you perhaps speak a little better? Your dry voice sounds like you ate charcoal with ice cubes.
Parrot:
Please, Mister Chain, I will not allow this kind of behavior.
The white figure seated beside him suddenly raises a green-and-red hand with sharp claws beside the parrot, signaling him to stop.
Sitting with her arms crossed, she does not remove her hood.
Her face and features remain completely hidden beneath the white veil, silent and unreadable.
A deep, feminine, commanding voice echoes from beneath the hood.
Unknown Figure:
Chain… did you bring what we asked you for?
Chain:
Yeah. It's right here.
He pulls a pouch from his waist and tosses it toward the parrot like a toy.
The parrot catches it, confused.
Parrot:
What is this, Mister Chain? Where is the papyrus?
Chain:
Inside the pouch.
The parrot opens it and slowly pulls out the ruined papyrus.
The moment he sees the torn, crumpled scroll, his eyes fill with fury.
Parrot:
Are you serious, Mister Chain?! What is this?!
He raises the destroyed papyrus in disbelief.
Parrot:
What have you done?! Are you completely insane?!
Chain laughs mockingly, leaning back in his chair.
Chain:
You said to bring you the papyrus, Mister kokoParrot. You never told me what condition you wanted it in.
Parrot:
You are irritating me, Mister Chain. Very much.
The white figure slowly raises her hand.
X3:
X1 Give me the papyrus.
X1:
But Lady X3… the papyrus is destroyed. How are we supposed to deliver this?
X1 carefully straightens the papyrus as much as possible, handling it like something sacred, then hands it over to X3.
X3 places it inside a small metallic case, seals it with a specific code, and passes it to a dog Guardian standing nearby. The dog grabs the case carefully and exits the office without a word.
Chain leans back And he yawns.
Chain:
Good. Now I want what we agreed on. Three hundred million golden sticks and forty thousand weapons.
X1:
I believe you should understand that
Mr chain, due to the destruction of the papyrus… and the significant delay… we will instead provide thirty million and ten thousand weapons.
Chain's orange eyes slowly widen.
The smile on his face fades into something unstable.
Chain:
What?
He leans forward.
Chain:
What did you just say… what did you just say… what did you just say… WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
X1:
Please, Mister Chain. No shouting or screaming.
Chain suddenly grabs the heavy chains beside him with violent force and rises to his feet.
Four dogs rush into the room, quickly surrounding Chain and aiming their weapons directly at him.
Chain:
I want what we agreed on… or I'll crush every single one of you.
X1 slowly stands as well, preparing to pull something out from beneath his white robes.
X1:
Mister Chain… do not cross the line of our politeness.
His green eyes narrow coldly.
X1:
Even our patience and Kindness has limits.
X3:
Chain… listen to our proposal before deciding to fight the ones still keeping your little revolution alive.
The moment the dogs hear her voice, they lower their weapons.
Still, they remain on alert, their bodies tense and ready to move at the slightest command.
Chain slowly lowers the chains , but the rage inside him remains, like a beast trapped inside a cage.
Chain:
I don't need proposals. I want what we agreed on.
X3:
Listen to us first. You will gain far more than what we are offering you at this moment.
Chain stares at her silently for a few seconds, his orange eyes burning with suspicion.
Chain:
Fine. To spice things up
He slowly grins again, though the smile now feels dangerous.
Chain:
But if you deceive me again… I won't beat you with chains.
He raises one clawed hand, flexing the sharp black nails slowly.
Chain:
I'll tear every single one of you apart with my own claws and teeth… one by one.
.....
AFTER TWO DAYS
SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY FROM THE
CORE OF THE STORY'S EVENTS…
A white unknown figure wearing the same hood walks across a deep crimson carpet, carrying the case containing the papyrus in one hand.
As the figure moves forward, the long stone corridor twists upward like a sloped circular tunnel, its ancient walls leaning slightly as if the entire structure had shifted over time.
Sunlight pours through large horizontal windows positioned perfectly along the corridor. At the center of each window stands a golden cross, dividing the light into radiant beams that illuminate the entire passage with a peaceful, heavenly beauty.
The atmosphere feels calm.
Warm.
Almost sacred.
Only one thing disturbs that serenity—
the massive sword resting across the figure's back, sealed inside a black sheath.
The figure continues walking until reaching a set of wide stone stairs.
Beyond them stretches an enormous field filled with roses and every kind of flower imaginable, scattered endlessly across the summit of the great tower.
Under the sunlight, the countless colors glow beautifully, bathing the entire place in a vivid, multicolored radiance.
Between the flowers, a stone path winds gently forward—
leading toward a massive white temple in the distance.
As the white figure approaches the temple, two lions armed with bayonets stand at attention beside the massive golden double doors.
The moment the hooded figure nears them, the lions lightly strike the butts of their weapons against the ground in perfect sync.
Without speaking, they each place one hand against the enormous doors and slowly pull them open.
Beyond the entrance, there is no light.
Only a thick, heavy darkness—
like a void waiting beyond the threshold.
The white figure steps inside.
A few seconds later, the giant golden doors close behind them with a deep metallic echo.
The white figure stands in the darkness.
Suddenly, beneath her feet, the floor begins to glow.
Streams of golden light spread outward in thin, radiant lines, forming strange symbols like ancient hieroglyphs. The light expands in circular patterns, rising from the ground and slowly revealing the space around her from below.
The glowing lines lead toward a circular stone table at the center of the temple, shaped like a sacrificial altar.
The light is bright and beautiful, almost divine, yet it does not reach the top of the temple. Far above, the ceiling remains hidden beneath a heavy veil of darkness, like a black sky trapped inside the sacred chamber.
Directly ahead, at the center of the room, stone steps rise toward a golden door covered in luminous golden hieroglyphs. The symbols around it burn with intense light, pulsing softly as if the door itself is alive.
Around the golden door, two separate paths stretch outward in opposite directions, one leading left and the other right. Together, they form a raised circular ring around the inner temple, suspended above the lower floor like an elevated crown of stone.
Upon that ring stand four stone thrones.
Each throne is covered in glowing golden streams of tiny shapes, symbols, and numbers, all moving faintly across the stone like fragments of an ancient language
The golden double doors swing open wide, releasing a powerful glow of golden light from within.
Suddenly, four animal figures dressed in white suits and red ties emerge from the light, walking calmly toward the four separate thrones.
As they take their seats, their gazes fall upon the white figure below—cold, imposing, unreadable.
A bison sits at the far left throne, looking visibly tense. He raises his right hand into a fist and presses it tightly against his left palm, the muscles in his arms tightening with restrained aggression.
Beside him sits an elephant wearing a tall white hat wrapped neatly with a red ribbon. Unlike the others, his expression is calm and wise, his eyes resting peacefully upon the white figure as if studying something far deeper than appearances.
On the opposite side, seated upon the far-right throne, rests a massive rhinoceros. His body is powerful and immovable, and within his hands he holds a staff topped with a stone sphere glowing in green-blue colors like a trapped ocean.
Standing beside the rhinoceros is a gigantic cormorant draped in wide black robes, their edges torn and ragged like burned feathers. In his feathered hands he carries a sharp, gleaming scythe that reflects the golden light of the temple with a cold metallic shine
The white figure lowers the hood.
Two black lines descend beneath his black-and-yellow eyes, forming a strangely elegant and harmonious pattern across his face. The dark spots spread across his yellow fur blend naturally with the golden and shadowed atmosphere of the temple, making him appear as though he belongs to the ancient hall itself.
As he approaches the stone altar, he opens the case and carefully places the papyrus upon it.
Then he steps back quietly, returning to his original position.
The elders study the papyrus in silence.
After a few moments, the deep voice of the bison echoes through the temple as he turns his gaze toward the spotted yellow figure.
Bison:
Χ2 You have permission to deliver your report on the situation now...