Ancient Egypt Manga

Chapter Intro:
The seal is broken. The Rift stirs. Deep within the void, a presence awakens — ancient and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, has opened his eye. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower. There, the truth behind the Hoshigan, Isaiah’s mutation, and the Riftborn’s obsession with their bloodlines is finally revealed.

Scene 1: Descent into Secrets
Interior panel: A spiral staircase winds deep beneath the Hokage Tower. The walls are carved with ancient symbols. Torches flicker with blue flame.
- Shawn: Cloaked in black, his white fox mask with red markings clipped to his belt. His face is calm, with sharp cheekbones and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming — a black diamond at the center. The obsidian-forged sword rests across his back, humming with gravitational energy.
- Jaden: His long, flowing black hair cascades down his back, tied loosely at the base. He wears a black shinobi robe with a red flame crest on the chest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is dormant but alert, and his black gloves are worn from battle.
- Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocks are tied back, and his jagged fur-lined cloak drapes over a cream-colored combat tunic. A kunai spins slowly in his right hand, his eyes scanning every shadow.
Hokage (gravely):
“This vault predates the village. It holds the truth behind your powers.”
Kuroda (to Shawn):
“Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen — by something older than chakra itself.”

Scene 2: The Memory Stone
A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber, pulsing with violet light. As Shawn steps forward, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes with a flash.
Shawn (wincing, voice strained):
“It’s… calling me.”
He reaches out. The moment his fingers touch the stone, a surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step, their expressions locked in concern.

Scene 3: The Riftborn King Revealed
Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a shattered world — skies torn open, stars bleeding. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a jagged crystal crown, and a massive Hoshigan embedded in his chest.
Riftborn King (voice like thunder):
“You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.”
Shawn (steady, eyes glowing):
“I’m not your heir.”
Riftborn King:
“You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.”
The King raises a hand. The vision shatters.

Scene 4: The Eye Evolves
Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, breathing hard. His Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond spinning at the center.
Jaden (rushing forward, long hair flowing):
“Shawn! What happened?!”
His Byakugan activates instantly, veins bulging at his temples. He scans Shawn’s chakra network — it’s swirling, unstable, like a storm inside a bottle.
Isaiah (stepping in, dreadlocks swaying):
“Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.”
His mutation pulses in response, black veins glowing faintly beneath his skin.
Shawn (voice low, eyes burning):
“I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.”

Scene 5: The King’s Herald
The chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone.
Riftborn Voice (disembodied):
“The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.”
The sigil vanishes. Silence falls.
Hokage (to Team 0):
“You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.”

Scene 6: Final Panel
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands before the glowing memory stone.
- Shawn: Cloak fluttering, Hoshigan gleaming with four tomoe. His obsidian blade hums with power.
- Jaden: Long hair flowing, Byakugan fully active, lightning crackling at his fingertips.
- Isaiah: Dreadlocks wild, mutation coiled like a shadow beast behind him, kunai in hand.
Narration box:
The King has awakened.
The Eye has remembered.
And the war for reality has begun.

High above the world, within a realm of pale marble halls and endless skies, a young woman stood before a shimmering mirror of magic.

Through the mirror she watched the mortal world below.

Her name was Kaelis.

Daughter of Lysera.

Granddaughter of Aurelion.

Though divine blood flowed within her veins, Kaelis was not fully a god. Her mother had chosen a mortal lover long ago, making Kaelis something unusual among the divine—half god, half human.

Perhaps that was why she struggled to understand the indifference of her kind.

Behind her, another figure watched.

Lysera herself.

Elegant, distant, and composed in the way only ancient gods could be.

“You watch them often,” Lysera said calmly.

Kaelis didn’t turn from the mirror.

“They’re suffering.”

Below them the world unfolded in countless scenes—wars between kingdoms, starving villages, merchants cheating the poor, monsters tearing through travelers.

Lysera remained unmoved.

“This world functions exactly as intended.”

Kaelis clenched her fists.

“Wars… crime… corruption. People die every day. And we do nothing.”

Lysera’s voice sharpened slightly.

“That is not our role.”

“They worship us,” Kaelis said. “They pray to us. They believe we protect them.”

Lysera stepped closer.

“Destiny governs this world. Mortals walk the paths laid before them.”

Her gaze hardened.

“And destiny cannot be changed.”

Kaelis looked back toward the mirror, frustration burning behind her eyes.

But what she saw next made her heart stop.

In color

📖 CRÔNICAS DOS REINOS ENTRELAÇADOS
Volume 1 — Capítulo 1: O Céu Quebrado
20 páginas
🌓 PÁGINAS 1–2 (Splash Dupla)
Arte:
O céu literalmente rachando. Uma fissura colossal corta as nuvens.
Três cores irradiam da fenda: verde, laranja, violeta.
Silhuetas quase invisíveis nas nuvens:
A Árvore-Mãe
O Coração de Ferro
Uma torre distante em Nocturne
Narração:
“Toda era termina da mesma forma.
Primeiro… o céu se parte.”
🌓 PÁGINA 3
Quadros fragmentados, como vidro quebrado.
Floresta queimando.
Engrenagens esmagando corpos.
Mãos esqueléticas emergindo do chão.
Sem texto.
🌓 PÁGINA 4
Close no protagonista correndo em um vazio branco.
Uma voz ecoa:
“Você viu.”
🌓 PÁGINA 5
Ele para. O chão se transforma em raízes negras.
Outra voz, metálica:
“Você criou.”
🌓 PÁGINA 6
Sussurro grave:
“Você libertou.”
Três sombras o cercam.
🌓 PÁGINA 7
Ele acorda bruscamente.
Respiração pesada. Suor.
Quarto simples. Madrugada.
Silêncio pesado.
🌓 PÁGINA 8
Ele percebe algo na mão.
Um fragmento cristalino, pulsando nas três cores.
Pequeno. Antigo.
Ele não sabe de onde veio.
🌓 PÁGINA 9
Ele tenta largar o fragmento.
Não consegue.
Por um segundo, o quarto escurece.
🌓 PÁGINA 10
Corte externo.
A vila dorme.
Mas o céu pisca brevemente com as três cores.
Ninguém parece notar.
🌓 PÁGINA 11
Manhã.
Mercado simples.
Pessoas comentam:
“Os animais ficaram agitados ontem.”
“Senti um peso estranho no ar.”
O protagonista observa em silêncio.
🌓 PÁGINA 12
Um velho viajante encara o protagonista fixamente.
Ele aponta para o fragmento.
“Você também viu?”
🌓 PÁGINA 13
Close no velho.
“A Eclipse das Almas não é mito.”
Ele menciona três reinos:
Eldoria
Ferronis
Nocturne
🌓 PÁGINA 14
O protagonista pergunta:
“O que é isso?”
O velho responde:
“É o começo… ou o erro.”
🌓 PÁGINA 15
O fragmento esquenta.
O velho se afasta, assustado.
🌓 PÁGINA 16
O protagonista vê por um segundo:
A Árvore-Mãe chorando seiva negra.
Pisca.
Volta ao normal.
🌓 PÁGINA 17
Visão rápida:
O Coração de Ferro abrindo um “olho” mecânico.
Pisca.
Desaparece.
🌓 PÁGINA 18
Visão final:
Um selo rachando em Nocturne.
Algo respira atrás dele.
🌓 PÁGINA 19
O fragmento se eleva levemente no ar.
Forma um símbolo antigo.
Pessoas ao redor não veem.
Só ele vê.
🌓 PÁGINA 20 (Splash Final)
O céu acima da vila racha por um segundo.
Muito sutil.
Mas real.
Narração final:
“O destino não escolhe heróis.
Ele escolhe pontos de ruptura.”
Preto.
🎭 Função do Capítulo
Introduzir o mistério.
Conectar protagonista aos três reinos.
Estabelecer que algo já foi iniciado.
Criar sensação de inevitabilidade.
Nada foi explicado completamente.
E isso é intencional.
Mistério bem feito é tensão sustentada.

Long ago Dinosauras ruled the world until a meteor struck and a bunch of different magical animals climbed out of the hot fireball, only to start a war with the dinosaurs, leading them to extinction. Then these magical animals began to start their own advanced civilizations and made a 10-year-old human boy named kyng their leader. Little did they know, not all of the dinosaurs had died in that war; some had survived and gone into hiding, plotting to take back the world from these magical beasts

Langit masih ingat hari pertama ia bertemu Putri.
Hujan turun deras di kampung halaman mereka. Saat itu, ia baru saja pindah dari kota bersama orang tuanya. Anak-anak desa agak enggan mendekati bocah baru itu—terlalu pendiam, terlalu canggung. Tapi tidak dengan Putri.
“Namamu siapa?”
“...Langit.”
“Bagus. Aku Putri. Ayo main!”
Begitu saja, tanpa banyak basa-basi, Putri menarik tangan Langit dan membawanya ke tengah hujan. Mereka bermain lumpur, membuat sungai kecil dari aliran air, dan tertawa hingga langit berhenti menangis.
Sejak hari itu, mereka tak terpisahkan.
Tahun-tahun berlalu, dan mereka tetap dekat. Dari SD sampai sekarang di SMA. Mereka punya tempat rahasia di tengah hutan dekat rumah kakek Langit—sebuah batu besar di samping sungai, di mana mereka sering membayangkan jadi penjelajah, pemburu naga, atau bahkan penjaga dunia.
Namun, SMA membuat segalanya... berbeda.
Mereka masih bersama, tapi kini ada rasa asing yang tumbuh diam-diam.
Langit mulai sadar ia sering mencuri pandang saat Putri tertawa. Putri juga merasa jantungnya berdebar aneh setiap Langit memujinya, meski hanya soal tugas sekolah.
Tapi keduanya memilih diam. Mereka takut.
Takut kehilangan kenyamanan yang sudah bertahun-tahun mereka miliki.
Liburan panjang akhirnya tiba.
Langit mengajak Putri ke kampungnya, seperti dulu. Kakek Langit sudah lama tinggal sendiri, dan mereka sudah berjanji akan mengunjunginya lagi saat liburan datang.
“Tempat kita masih ada gak ya?” tanya Putri di perjalanan.
“Kalau belum tumbang dimakan waktu sih, masih. Kita bisa cek besok,” jawab Langit sambil tersenyum kecil.
Di malam hari, mereka duduk di beranda rumah kayu, menatap bintang. Suasana hening, nyaman... dan menggantung.
Putri ingin bilang sesuatu. Begitu juga Langit. Tapi tak satu pun dari mereka berani membuka suara lebih dulu.
Esok harinya, mereka masuk hutan.
Namun saat mereka menemukan jalan menuju tempat bermain dulu, mereka malah melihat sesuatu yang aneh: sebuah gubuk yang tak pernah ada sebelumnya. Terlihat tua, ditelan akar dan dedaunan, tapi... utuh. Seperti menunggu seseorang.
Mereka saling pandang.
“Kamu juga liat, kan?”
“Iya... harusnya di situ cuma ada batu besar.”
Rasa penasaran lebih kuat dari rasa takut.
Mereka masuk.
Dan di situlah mereka melihatnya: sebuah buku besar tergeletak di atas altar batu. Tidak berdebu. Tidak kotor. Seolah baru saja ditaruh.
Langit mendekat.
“Putri... kamu lihat ini?”
Putri mengangguk. Mereka mendekat bersamaan. Saat Langit menyentuh buku itu—halaman terbuka sendiri, mengeluarkan cahaya putih menyilaukan.
Mereka berteriak. Dunia berguncang.
Lalu semuanya gelap.

Scene 1: Ashram Morning Introduction
Visuals:
Wide shot of an ancient Hindu-style ashram in morning sunlight.
Birds flying, wind blowing through tall trees, incense smoke curling in the air.
Students training, practicing martial arts and meditation in courtyard.
Characters:
Raishisu: handsome, black hair, playful smile, athletic build.
Anaya: his companion, intelligent and cheerful.
Acharya Vedant: mentor, calm and observant.
Camera / Action:
Pan across courtyard showing other students.
Zoom in on Raishisu running through the courtyard, dodging friends playfully.
Raishisu jokingly teases Anaya.
Dialogue Captions:
Raishisu: “I am focused! Just… in a slightly funnier way.”
Anaya: “You really are impossible.”
Mood / Music:
Light, cheerful, playful background music.
Scene 2: Training Hall
Visuals:
Interior shot of a large training hall, wooden floors, sunlight streaming through windows.
Students sparring with wooden staffs and practicing martial arts.
Camera / Action:
Medium shot of Raishisu practicing, tripping slightly, then recovering gracefully.
Close-up on Acharya Vedant observing quietly from a shadowed corner.
Dialogue Captions:
Acharya (thinking): “Interesting… this one has courage, intelligence, and potential.”
Raishisu (to himself): “Feels like… something inside me is waking up.”
Mood / Music:
Calm yet mysterious tones, hinting at hidden potential.
Scene 3: Minor Danger
Visuals:
A small training dummy falls on a student.
Raishisu dashes forward, lifting it effortlessly.
Camera / Action:
Slow motion as Raishisu saves the student.
Close-up of Raishisu’s determined expression.
Dialogue Captions:
Anaya: “You really are something else.”
Raishisu: “I’m just getting started.”
Mood / Music:
Heroic, uplifting tones as Raishisu acts bravely.
Scene 4: Closing Scene
Visuals:
Sunset over the ashram, long shadows across the courtyard.
Raishisu sitting on a stone wall, gazing at the horizon.
Camera / Action:
Wide shot showing the vast ashram and surrounding nature.
Slow zoom in on Raishisu’s thoughtful, determined expression.
Dialogue Captions:
Raishisu (thinking): “Adventure, danger, and destiny… I feel it calling me.”
Mood / Music:
Calm, inspirational ending music, hinting at future adventures.

Chapter 1: The Day We Met
The sun rose over the Hidden Leaf Village, casting golden light across the rooftops and the stone faces of the Hokage Monument. Birds chirped lazily, and the academy courtyard buzzed with anticipation. Today was the first day of training for the newest class of shinobi — and among them were three who would one day change everything.
Shawn stood beneath a tree at the edge of the courtyard, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. His dreadlocks hung low, swaying slightly in the breeze. He wore a dark cloak and a white fox mask clipped to his belt. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence was quiet, but heavy — like gravity itself bent around him.
Jaden was already moving. He flipped a kunai between his fingers, sharp eyes darting from student to student. His hair was spiky and wild, and his shirt bore a red flame spiral emblem. One eye shimmered faintly red — a flicker of the Sharingan, maybe. The other was pale, unreadable. He smirked, confident and restless.
Then came Isaiah.
He arrived late, walking through the academy gates with a slow, deliberate stride. A hood shadowed his face, but the scar over his left eye was unmistakable. He didn’t speak. He didn’t smile. His chakra felt… different. Like something ancient was buried inside him, waiting.
The instructor stepped forward, voice firm. “Line up! Today marks the beginning of your journey. You’ll train, you’ll fight, and if you survive — you’ll become shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.”
The students scrambled into formation. Shawn, Jaden, and Isaiah ended up side by side, silent. They didn’t speak. But something passed between them — a flicker of recognition, a sense of connection. Like their fates were already tangled.
None of them knew it yet, but deep inside each of them, something was stirring. A seal. A beast. A mutation. A destiny.
And so, the story began.

Una joven estudiante de secundaria recibe el poder magico del agua al romper un sello antiguo de demonios, al hacerlo un joven mitad demonio le ayudara a restaurar el sello que rompio

Now in the second year of Nebuchadnezzar’s reign, Nebuchadnezzar had dreams; and his spirit was so troubled that his sleep left him. 2 Then the king gave the command to call the magicians, the astrologers, the sorcerers, and the Chaldeans to tell the king his dreams. So they came and stood before the king. 3 And the king said to them, “I have had a dream, and my spirit is anxious to [a]know the dream.”

A busy Roman street market scene focused on currency. In the foreground, a 'argentarius' (Roman banker) sits behind a solid wooden table covered in different types of shiny Roman coins: gold aurei, silver denarii, and bronze sestertii. He is using an abacus. A customer is exchanging money. Beside them, a small bakery (pistor) sells loaves of bread. Textures of worn wood and metal. Art style: Franco-Belgian historical comic style, clear lines.

Chapter Intro:
The Riftborn armies have been repelled, but the war is far from over. Deep within the void, a presence stirs — ancient, calculating, and furious. The Riftborn King, long dormant, awakens. As the Hidden Leaf regroups, Team 0 is summoned to a secret chamber beneath the Hokage Tower, where the truth about Shawn’s Hoshigan — and its connection to the King — is finally revealed.

Scene 1: The Hidden Chamber
Interior panel: A spiral staircase descends into the earth. Torches flicker along the stone walls. Team 0 follows the Hokage and Kuroda into a sealed vault.
- Shawn: His white fox mask is clipped to his belt. His face is calm but alert, with sharp features and a faint scar beneath his right eye. His 3-Tomoe Hoshigan glows with a fourth mark forming at its center. He wears a black cloak over a white shirt, the obsidian-forged sword strapped across his back.
- Jaden: His spiky black hair is slightly damp with sweat. He wears a black shirt with a red flame crest, one sleeve torn to reveal his muscular left arm. His Byakugan is inactive but alert, and his black gloves are scuffed from the last battle.
- Isaiah: Towering and broad-shouldered, his dark skin is marked with faint black veins from his mutation. His dreadlocked hair is tied back, and his fur-lined cloak is torn at the edges. He holds a kunai loosely in his right hand, always ready.
Hokage (gravely):
“This is the Eye’s origin. The place where the first Hoshigan was sealed.”
Kuroda (to Shawn):
“Your eye didn’t awaken by chance. It was chosen.”

Scene 2: The Memory Stone
A massive crystal floats in the center of the chamber. It pulses with violet light. As Shawn approaches, his Hoshigan reacts — the fourth mark completes.
Shawn (wincing):
“It’s… calling me.”
He touches the stone. A surge of energy floods the room. Time freezes. Jaden and Isaiah are suspended mid-step.

Scene 3: The Vision — The Riftborn King
Shawn is pulled into a vision. He stands in a ruined world, skies torn open. A throne of bone and obsidian looms ahead. Upon it sits the Riftborn King — a towering figure with six arms, a crown of jagged crystal, and a single, massive Hoshigan eye in his chest.
Riftborn King (voice like thunder):
“You wear my legacy, child. My eye. My curse.”
Shawn (steady):
“I’m not your heir.”
Riftborn King:
“You already are. The Eye remembers. And soon… so will you.”
The King raises a hand — the vision shatters.

Scene 4: Awakening
Back in the chamber, time resumes. Shawn stumbles back, eyes wide. The Hoshigan now bears a fourth tomoe — a black diamond at its center.
Jaden (rushing to him):
“Shawn! You good?”
- Jaden’s Byakugan activates instinctively. His pale eyes scan Shawn’s chakra — it’s swirling, unstable.
Isaiah (stepping forward):
“Your chakra… it’s not yours anymore.”
- Isaiah’s mutation pulses in response, his black veins glowing faintly.
Shawn (breathing hard):
“I saw him. The Riftborn King. He’s coming.”

Scene 5: The King’s Herald
Suddenly, the chamber trembles. A Riftborn sigil burns into the air. A voice echoes from the stone.
Riftborn Voice:
“The King rises. The Eye will return. And the world will kneel.”
The sigil vanishes. Silence.
Hokage (to Team 0):
“You three are the last line. If the King crosses over… we fall.”

Scene 6: Final Panel
Full-page spread: Team 0 stands at the edge of the chamber, backlit by the glowing memory stone. Shawn’s Hoshigan gleams with four tomoe. Jaden’s Byakugan is fully active. Isaiah’s mutation coils like a shadow beast behind him.
Narration box:
The King has awakened.
The Eye has remembered.
And the war for reality has begun.

$🌌 ASTRAL SOVEREIGN Episode 1 — “The Star That Fell” COLD OPEN EXT. NIGHT SKY – MOUNTAIN RANGE A vast star-filled sky stretches above jagged mountains. Wind moves slowly through drifting clouds. A distant meteor streaks across the sky. NARRATOR (V.O.) In a world where summoners bind creatures from distant realms… power determines the fate of kingdoms. The meteor grows brighter as it cuts across the night. NARRATOR (V.O.) For centuries, summoners have commanded spirits, beasts, and ancient entities beyond imagination. The meteor begins to fracture. Thousands of tiny glowing fragments scatter like falling stars. NARRATOR (V.O.) But once in a thousand years… the stars choose a sovereign. SCENE 1 EXT. CLIFFSIDE – NIGHT A lone figure stands on a cliff overlooking a vast valley. This is CIEL DOR. Silver-white hair moves in the wind. His long black coat flows behind him. He watches the sky. CIEL (quietly) That star… The meteor explodes into a brilliant cosmic flare. Suddenly— The constellations begin shifting. The sky rearranges itself into a glowing circular pattern. SCENE 2 CLOSE-UP – CIEL’S HAND A glowing ASTRAL SIGIL appears on his right hand. Blue light pulses through his arm. CIEL (startled) What…? The sigil spreads glowing energy. Wind erupts around him. SCENE 3 SKY ABOVE THE CLIFF The clouds form a massive summoning circle spanning the sky. Cosmic light pours downward. NARRATOR (V.O.) The Astral Realm had sensed its ruler. A deep mysterious voice echoes through the air. MYSTERIOUS VOICE (V.O.) The Sovereign has returned. Ciel looks around, confused. CIEL Who said that? SCENE 4 SUMMONING EVENT A glowing portal opens behind Ciel. Stars swirl inside it like a galaxy. Energy bursts outward. Ciel turns slowly. A massive silhouette appears within the portal. Heavy footsteps echo. SCENE 5 REVEAL – LYRA A gigantic CELESTIAL WOLF emerges. Its body is made of glowing stars and cosmic light. Particles drift from its fur like falling stardust. Ciel stares in shock. CIEL A… summon? The wolf steps forward. It lowers its massive head. Then kneels before him. SCENE 6 CIEL AND LYRA Ciel slowly raises his hand. He gently touches Lyra’s head. CIEL Why… are you bowing? Lyra speaks telepathically. LYRA (V.O.) Because you are the Astral Sovereign. Ciel’s eyes widen. CIEL Astral… Sovereign? SCENE 7 WIDE SHOT – CLIFF Ciel stands beside the massive celestial wolf beneath the starry sky. The summoning circle fades slowly. NARRATOR (V.O.) On that night, the heavens themselves chose their ruler. Lyra lifts its head and howls. The stars flare brightly across the sky. FINAL SCENE EXT. SKY – NIGHT The constellations shine brighter than ever. Far away… A dark crack forms in the sky. NARRATOR (V.O.) But every light casts a shadow. Deep within a distant dimension— A pair of red glowing eyes open in darkness. NARRATOR (V.O.) And the Void was beginning to stir. END OF EPISODE TEXT ON SCREEN: ASTRAL SOVEREIGN TO BE CONTINUED$

# **MANGA — CHAPTER 1: THE UNKNOWN CREST**

**Chapter Length:** ~45–55 pages
**Style:** Clean fantasy lineart • strong lighting contrast • cinematic paneling

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## **PAGE 1 (OPENING SPLASH)**

**Full-page splash**

A quiet classroom bathed in warm morning light. Dust floats in the air.
Caption (top corner):
**“Ordinary days don’t announce their end.”**

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## **PAGES 2–5 — THE TEN STUDENTS**

**Page 2**

* Panel 1: Ayane solving equations effortlessly, chalk flying.
* Panel 2: Ren smirking at a chess app on his phone (phone hidden under desk).
* Panel 3: Mika sketching a horned monster—its eyes seem *almost alive*.

**Page 3**

* Panel 1: Haru stretching lazily at the back.
* Panel 2: Yui asleep, sunlight on her face.
* Panel 3: Shin typing rapidly, code reflected in his glasses.

**Page 4**

* Panel 1: Emi flipping flashcards, focused.
* Panel 2: Daichi holding a mechanical puzzle.
* Panel 3: Daiki leaning over, correcting him—twin synergy.

**Page 5**

* Panel 1 (wide): Sora staring out the window at the sky.
* Panel 2 (close-up):
Kaito’s notebook—**blank page**, only his name written.
* Panel 3: Kaito’s eyes, observant but unsure.
Caption: *“Everyone shines. Except me.”*

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## **PAGES 6–8 — THE SUMMONING**

**Page 6**

* Panel 1: Classroom lights flicker.
* Panel 2: Students look around, confused.
* Panel 3 (low angle): Faint glowing symbols under desks.

**Page 7**

* Panel 1: Magic circle fully forms across the floor.
* Panel 2: Wind explodes—papers and desks lift.
* Panel 3: Students screaming as light engulfs them.

**Page 8**

* Full black page.
Small white text in center:
**“….”**

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## **PAGES 9–12 — ANOTHER WORLD**

**Page 9**

* Panel 1: Kaito’s eyes snap open.
* Panel 2: Cold marble beneath his hand.

**Page 10**

* Double-page spread:
**Grand Summoning Hall**—crystal pillars, floating chandeliers, glowing runes.

**Page 11**

* Panels of knights surrounding them, weapons raised.
* Students huddle together, panicked.

**Page 12**

* Tall figure steps forward—robes flowing.
* Close-up of calm, ancient eyes.
Caption: **“Archmage Eldorion.”**

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## **PAGES 13–16 — THE TRUTH**

**Page 13**

* Eldorion explaining with a magic projection of the world cracking.

**Page 14**

* Visual metaphors:

* A brain overlaid with magic circuits.
* Symbols for logic, memory, creativity, empathy.

Page 15

Students’ reactions—fear, determination, disbelief.

Page 16

* Kaito silent in the back.
Thought bubble: *“Intelligence… then why me?”*

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PAGES 17–26 — CREST AWAKENING

**Page 17**

* Crest Chamber revealed—massive, glowing apparatus.

Pages 18–22

* Montage panels:

* Crests manifesting clearly.
* Fire, wind, light, calculation-based magic.
* Chamber stable… controlled.

Page 23

* Kaito steps forward.
* Eldorion watching closely.

Page 24

* The device flickers.
* Runes shatter.
* Darkness bleeds into the chamber.

Page 25

Full-page spread:
Kaito’s crest forming—**shifting, glitching, absorbing light.

Page 26

* Eldorion’s shocked expression.
Text (bold):
“An Unknown Crest…?

PAGES 27–34 — CONSEQUENCES**

Page 27

* Outside the capital—alarm bells ringing.

Page 28

* Rift tears open.
* Massive silhouette emerging.

Page 29

RIFT BEAST reveal—jagged, unstable form.

Pages 30–32

* Students on battlements.
* Some activate crests instinctively.
* Minor monsters repelled.

Page 33

Kaito trembling.
His crest pulses faintly.

Page 34

Magic around him stabilizes—cracks sealing without explosion.
Others don’t notice.

PAGES 35–40 — THE CHOICE

Page 35

Eldorion shouting retreat orders.

Page 36

Students pulling back.

Page 37

Kaito watching the beast roar.
Page 38

Close-up: fist clenched.

Page 39

* He steps forward alone.
* Air distorts around him.

Page 40

* Crest glowing softly—*not violently*.

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PAGE 41 (FINAL PAGE — CLIFFHANGER)

Full-page close-up

Kaito’s calm eyes reflecting the Rift Beast.

Bold text at the bottom:
“If I can stop it… then I will.”

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“The First Battle — When Magic Breaks Its Own Rules."

Chapter 1
Ang bahay namin ay laging masigla—o sa ibang salita, laging maingay. The walls were painted a deep, passionate red, matched by the heavy crimson curtains that swayed whenever the electric fan faced their direction. It was a house that felt like a constant celebration, but today, my heart was racing for a different reason.
I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, my phone clutched so tightly in my hands that my knuckles were turning white. I was waiting.
Sa totoo lang, simpleng pangarap lang naman ang gusto ko: to travel, to see the world, and to wear that crisp uniform of a Tourism student. I had taken the entrance exams for the two biggest universities in the city. My dream schools.
Ting.
Isang notification ang lumabas sa screen. My breath hitched. With shaking fingers, I tapped the email.
“We regret to inform you…”
The words blurred. Hindi ako nakapasa. Ang unang school na inaasahan ko, tinanggihan ako. Parang biglang gumuho ang mundo ko sa limang salitang iyon.
"O, Jaquilyn? Bakit parang nakakita ka ng multo riyan?" puna ni Tito Rey habang naglalakad bitbit ang isang tumpok ng labada.
Pilit akong ngumiti, pero ramdam ko ang panginginig ng labi ko. "Tito... yung email. Hindi po ako nakuha sa unang school."
Agad na lumabas si Tita Precy mula sa kusina, bitbit ang sandok na may bakas pa ng sarsa. "Hala, anak? Hayaan mo na 'yun! Baka hindi talaga 'yun ang para sa'yo."
"Pero Tita, pangarap ko po 'yun," bulong ko.
Lumapit sa akin si Tito Rey at tinapik ang balikat ko. "Naku, Jaquilyn, huwag kang mawalan ng pag-asa. Napakaraming bituin sa langit, hindi lang isa. At saka, may isa pa tayong hinihintay, 'di ba? Fighting lang!"
"Oo nga!" dagdag ni Tita Precy habang tumatawa. "Tourista ka pa rin sa paningin namin, kahit sa kanto lang tayo mamasyal mamaya. Ngumiti ka na, baka pumangit ang swerte!"
I forced a laugh. Their energy was contagious, as always.
Isang panibagong araw ang lumipas, pero ang bigat sa dibdib ko, tila lalong nadagdagan. Nang tumunog ang phone ko para sa pangalawang pagkakataon, mabilis ko itong binuksan, hoping for a miracle. Pero pagkakita ko sa screen, parang nanlamig ang buong katawan ko.
It was identical. The same formal font, the same polite rejection. “We regret to inform you...” Hindi ako makapaniwala. Tourism was my dream, my only plan. Napasandal ako sa pader ng kwarto ko, pinipigilan ang luha. Bakit parang lahat ng pinto, isinasara sa akin?
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Nang sumapit ang hapunan, pilit akong lumabas ng kwarto. The dining table was a battlefield of noise, as usual. My younger cousins were chasing each other with spoons, habang si Tito Rey ay malakas na tumatawa sa kung anong biro sa TV.
"Jaquilyn, kain na! Paborito mo 'tong ulam," sigaw ni Tita Precy mula sa dulo ng lamesa.
Umupo ako, tahimik lang na nilalaro ang kanin sa plato ko. Maski ang ingay nila, hindi magawang itago ang lungkot ko. Napansin siguro ni Tita ang matagal kong pagtitig sa kawalan. Bigla siyang tumigil sa pagkain at may kinuhang kung ano sa bulsa ng duster niya.
"Anak, wag ka nang masyadong malungkot sa dalawang school na 'yun," sabi niya nang mahinahon. Inilapag niya ang isang itim na card sa tapat ng plato ko. It was sleek, dark, and felt strangely heavy. "Subukan mo ito. May tumawag sa akin, sabi nila, bagay ka raw dito."
Binasa ko ang nakasulat. Isang numero at isang email address lang ang nandoon: luminaacademy@gmail.com.
"Lumina Academy?" bulong ko. "Para sa Tourism din ba 'to, Tita?"
Ngumiti si Tita Precy, isang ngiting tila may halong misteryo. "Sabi nila, doon mo raw mahahanap ang tunay mong tatahakin. At least, you can still pursue your dream career, right?"
Huminga ako nang malalim. Kahit hindi ko alam kung anong klaseng school ito, nabuhayan ako ng loob. I smiled back at her, feeling a spark of hope. "Sige po, Tita. I-email ko po sila mamaya."
"Mabuti 'yan. Tawagan mo rin ang Mama mo, ibalita mo sa kanya," dagdag ni Tita.
Agad akong umiling, ang ngiti ko ay bahagyang kumupas. "Naku, Tita, busy po si Mama sa abroad. Alam niyo naman po 'yun, baka makaabala lang ako."
Sanay na ako. I was raised in my auntie’s presence. My mom was always working far away, and my dad? I didn't know anything about him. Every time I asked, my relatives would go silent or change the topic. I guessed they hated him, so I stopped asking a long time ago.
Pagkatapos ng ligpitin ang hapunan, mabilis akong pumasok sa kwarto ko. I opened my laptop and typed the email address from the black card.
To: luminaacademy@gmail.com
Subject: Admission Inquiry - Jaquilyn Braush
I hit send and leaned back on my pillow. While waiting for the notification, my eyelids started to feel heavy. The red walls of my room seemed to glow a bit brighter in the dark, and the scent of smoke—faint, almost like a dying candle—filled the air.
Hindi ko na namalayang nakatulog na pala ako, bitbit ang huling pag-asa na baka sa Lumina Academy, doon magsisimula ang lahat.
Nagising ako sa sikat ng araw na tumatama sa mukha ko. Sa sobrang antok ko kagabi, halos makalimutan ko na ang tungkol sa email na ipinadala ko. Dumiretso ako sa kusina para mag-almusal nang datnan ko si Tita Precy na nag-aabang na pala sa akin.
"O, Jaquilyn? Kumusta 'yung card na binigay ko sa 'yo kagabi? Na-email mo ba?" tanong niya habang nag-aayos ng plato.
Napatigil ako. Oo nga pala. Biglang nag-vibrate ang phone ko sa bulsa. My heart started to race. Kinuha ko ito at nakita ang isang notification mula sa Lumina Academy. Shaking, I opened it.
OFFICIAL ADMISSION NOTICE
Dear Ms. Jaquilyn Braush,
We have been watching your spirit, and it burns with the intensity we require. You are officially accepted into Lumina Academy.
To begin your journey, you must claim your belongings. Follow the attached map to the 'Red Brick Nexus' building in the Old District. This location is hidden from the mundane eye—walk three blocks past the clock tower and turn where the air feels warmest.
Once inside, proceed directly to the door marked with your designated number. There, you will find your ID card, your uniforms, and the key to your assigned dormitory.
"Tita! Tita, tanggap ako!" sigaw ko habang tumutulo ang luha ko sa tuwa. Halos magtatalon kami sa kusina habang binabasa ang direksyon. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan ko pang pumunta sa isang lumang building para lang sa gamit, pero sa sandaling iyon, wala akong pakialam.

Habang nasa biyahe ako, hindi ko mapigilang mapatawa. Seryoso ba 'to? I thought it was a scam! Ang bilis ng reply nila, hindi katulad ng ibang university na pinaghintay ako ng ilang linggo para lang tanggihan. At ang direksyon? "Turn where the air feels warmest?" Gusto kong maiyak sa tawa dahil parang laro lang ang lahat. What kind of school has these weird rules?
Pero nang makarating ako sa dulo ng map, tumigil ang tawa ko. The building was exactly as described—matayog, luma, pero may kakaibang bigat ang aura.
Pagpasok ko, isang grand view ang sumalubong sa akin. The lobby was massive. People in expensive-looking suits were walking everywhere, but they didn't look like office workers—they looked like they were guarding something important.
Hinanap ko ang taong pwedeng pagtanungan hanggang sa makita ko ang isang babaeng naka-formal uniform na kulay yellowish-gold. Lumapit ako at ipinakita ang email ko.
"Excuse me po, student po ako ng Lumina Academy..."
The woman’s eyes widened the moment she saw my name on the screen. She looked shook, her breath hitching for a second. Without a word, she bowed slightly and looked at me.
“Ms. Braush," she said. "Please... follow me. We have been waiting for you to arrive."
Habang naglalakad kami sa mahabang hallway, ipinaliwanag niya sa akin ang tungkol sa numerong nasa message ko.
“Ang numerong iyon ay hindi lang basta numero, Ms. Jaquilyn. It is the number of the door you must enter here in this building. Sa loob ng kwartong iyon, nandoon ang lahat ng pag-aari mo—ang uniform, at ang susi ng kwarto mo Academy. Ang building”
Huminto kami sa tapat ng isang asul na pinto. It was unusually small, barely enough for a child to fit through, but when she opened it, there it was—isang itim na bag at isang itim na envelope. It looked mysterious, like it held secrets I wasn't ready for. I reached out and took them, feeling the heavy material against my palms.
"Sundan mo ako. Dadalhin na kita sa bus mo ngayon," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.
"Sandali lang po!" I replied, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Kailangan ko munang magpaalam sa Tita ko. I can’t just leave like this without saying anything."
"Huwag kang mag-alala. Kami na ang bahala sa parteng iyon," was her only cold response.
Agad kong kinuha ang phone ko at tinawagan si Tita habang naglalakad kami. "Tita! Paalis na po ako—hindi ko alam kung saan—"
"Jaquilyn, anak, okay lang!" she cut me off, sounding surprisingly calm. "May mga taga-Lumina Academy na rito sa bahay. Nag-explain na sila tungkol sa scholarship at kung bakit kailangan mong umalis agad ngayong araw. Mag-iingat ka roon, ha? Ipagmalaki mo kami!"
I let out a huge sigh of relief. At least legal ang pag-alis ko. When we reached the parking lot, I saw a pure white bus. There were a few people my age already inside, their faces unreadable. Sinubukan kong ngumiti sa kanila, but one guy with sharp brown eyes looked at me like he wanted to punch me right then and there. Luh, mananapak ba 'to? I quickly looked away and found a seat.
A few moments later, the driver entered the bus. "Fasten your seatbelts," he muttered without looking back.
Mabilis akong sumunod, pulling the strap across my chest. But I noticed the others didn't even flinch. Para silang walang narinig, acting like they were too cool for safety rules. The trip started normally for a few minutes... then the bus slowed down for a split second... and then it accelerated. Sobrang bilis. It was so fast I felt like my heart was left behind at the station.
I looked out the window and gasped, my breath hitching in my throat. I couldn't see the road anymore. Clouds. Pure white clouds were everywhere, drifting past the glass. And shortly after, I saw the vast blue ocean below us and a massive school that looked like an ancient palace from a fairy tale.
"What the—nakalutang tayo?! We're floating!" I panicked, my hands gripping the armrest so hard my knuckles turned white.
"Tanga," one of my seatmates whispered, rolling their eyes. Instead of helping me or explaining, they just called me stupid.
The bus eventually descended, landing smoothly in front of the grand, golden gates. It felt like we were back in the normal world, but my stomach definitely didn't get the memo. As soon as the doors opened, I stumbled out and started vomiting on the side of the road. Nag-suka lang ako nang nag-suka.
"Grabe... what a terrible start," I groaned, wiping my mouth with a trembling hand. My dream of being a Tourism student started with me literally losing my lunch on the pavement. Ang panget naman ng simula ko.

🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette

Âge d’Aris : 15 ans
Style : manga noir et blanc, seinen classique
Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence
Nombre de cases : 6

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page)

Description visuelle :
Bâtiment massif et austère : une académie.
Architecture noble, propre, éclairée de l’intérieur.
À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre.

Ambiance :
Savoir à l’abri. Rue froide derrière.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN

Description visuelle :
Derrière l’académie.
Caisses en bois renversées.
Des livres jetés, abîmés, mouillés par la pluie.
Des pages collées par la boue.

Ambiance :
Mépris silencieux.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris)

Description visuelle :
Aris, 15 ans, maigre, vêtements usés, trop grands.
Il s’approche prudemment des caisses.
Il regarde autour de lui, comme s’il n’avait pas le droit d’être là.

Ambiance :
Habitude de la honte.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains)

Description visuelle :
Les mains d’Aris fouillent parmi les livres.
Certains sont trop mouillés.
Certains déchirés.
Il en écarte plusieurs.

Ambiance :
Tri lent, méthodique.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet)

Description visuelle :
Un livre plus épais, plus ancien.
Couverture noire, sans titre apparent.
Moins abîmé que les autres.

Pas de symbole.
Pas de lueur.
Rien de magique.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Aris tient le livre contre lui, sous la pluie.
Son visage est neutre.
Juste une décision simple.

Texte (petite bulle, très discrète) :
« Celui-là… »

🎯 INTENTION (IMPORTANT POUR MANGAAI)

Aris ne cherche pas la magie

Il cherche à lire

Le grimoire n’est pas présenté comme spécial

L’académie jette → Aris récupère

Aucun effet surnaturel à ce stade

🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette

Âge d’Aris : 15 ans
Style : manga noir et blanc
Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence
Nombre de cases : 6

Tenue (inchangée, canon) :

haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé

pantalon large déchiré

pieds nus

silhouette maigre, posture fermée

aucun élément moderne

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page)

Description visuelle :
Bâtiment imposant : une académie.
Façade noble, fenêtres éclairées.
La pluie tombe doucement.
À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (arrière de l’académie)

Description visuelle :
Caisses en bois renversées.
Livres jetés au sol.
Pages mouillées, couvertures abîmées, boue.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris)

Description visuelle :
Aris, 15 ans, s’accroupit près des livres.
Il regarde autour de lui, par réflexe.
Personne.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains)

Description visuelle :
Ses mains fouillent lentement.
Il écarte :

un livre trop mouillé

un autre déchiré

Gestes calmes, méthodiques.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet)

Description visuelle :
Un livre plus épais, ancien.
Couverture noire, sans titre visible.
Moins abîmé que les autres.

Aucun symbole.
Aucune lueur.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Aris serre le livre contre lui, sous la pluie.
Son visage est neutre.
Décision simple.

Texte (petite bulle) :

Aris récupère ce que le monde abandonne

renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris

aucune victoire

🖤 PLANCHE 5 — L’abri

Âge d’Aris : 15 ans
Style : manga noir et blanc
Ambiance : silence, isolement, vent
Nombre de cases : 6

Tenue (canon, inchangée) :

haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé

pantalon large déchiré

pieds nus

posture fermée, fatiguée

aucun élément moderne

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page)

Description visuelle :
Une ancienne ferme abandonnée, hors de la ville.
Herbes hautes.
Clôture cassée.
Grange à moitié effondrée.
Maison principale encore debout, sombre.

Le ciel est gris.
Le vent fait bouger les herbes.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris de dos)

Description visuelle :
Aris, 15 ans, debout face à la ferme.
Il est petit dans le cadre.
Le livre est serré contre lui.

Ambiance :
Hésitation silencieuse.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — DÉTAIL (la porte)

Description visuelle :
La porte de la maison est entrouverte.
Elle grince légèrement sous le vent.
L’intérieur est noir.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 4 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (Aris)

Description visuelle :
Le visage d’Aris.
Fatigué.
Neutre.
Pas de peur visible, juste l’habitude.

Ambiance :
Il a déjà été chassé ailleurs.

Texte (très petit) :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN MOYEN (intérieur)

Description visuelle :
Intérieur de la maison.
Vide.
Poussière au sol.
Murs fissurés.
Un pan de toit laisse passer un peu de lumière.

Aris est assis contre un mur.
Le livre posé devant lui.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Gros plan sur le livre fermé.
Les mains d’Aris hésitent au-dessus de la couverture.

Silence total.

Texte :
Aucun.

🎯 INTENTION (VERROUILLÉE)

Aris cherche le calme

Il ne fuit pas → il s’isole

Il n’attend rien du livre

La maison est déjà morte

Rien de magique encore

👉 La tension vient du silence, pas de l’action.