INT. GLOBAL HUNTER COMMAND – WAR ROOM | NIGHT
A steel-gray chamber deep underground. Monitors glow cold blue. Holograms ripple in midair. This is the Unified Hunter Division Command, the international heartbeat of resistance.
Dozens of generals, Hunter leaders, and division heads stand facing a flickering 3D globe — several hotspots blinking red across continents.
At the front, International D.v force chairman stares forward, voice low, precise.
D.v chairman (calm, focused): "Super humans now exist. That's no longer debate, it's math. And the Mindless... they're not declining."
He gestures. The hologram flickers. Four disturbing figures rotate — glitching silhouettes of humanoid creatures.
D.v chairman(continuing):
Tier 4 – Flocks.
First wave creatures. Loud. Wild. Sloppy — but fast and aggressive. One's manageable. Twenty? Not so much.
Tier 3 – Fangs.
Some bones like blades. Sharp claws. Some have special abilities.
Tier 2 – Wraiths.
Less monstrous look. Calculated. Cold. Special abilities. Super speed, strength.
Cities fall when these show up.
Tier 1 – Unknown.
They look human. Move like us. Talk like us. Some… even remember everything.
They kill not with rage, but with recognition — and that's what makes them terrifying. Thankfully it is only theoretical till now.
Chairman (continues): "We've confirmed potential Tier 1s appearing in regions previously considered clean. All reporting energy spikes matching or exceeding Tier 2 threat levels."
He zooms the map. Energy pulses blink across Africa, South Asia, Eastern Europe, South America.
Chairman: "These signatures aren't just Mindless anymore. They're... something else. Controlled. Focused. Moving with purpose."
A tense silence. Screens flash red.
Chairman (low, intense): "They match Tier 1 Awakened... Maybe even stronger."
Beat.
Someone shifts in their seat. A globe-wide weight settles in the room.
Chairman (gritting): "If these energy levels keep rising, we won't be choosing battlefields anymore… They'll choose us."
The lights flicker. A new red dot pings over East Africa. Kilimanjaro.
Outskirts of Kilimanjaro | Old Datium Mine
Dust floats in long golden rays as Blake and Kellan walk along a narrow trail beside the collapsed edge of an old Datium mine. The wind whistles low through broken metal scaffolding and abandoned carts. Rust clings to everything.
Kellan(casual, looking ahead): "This place used to power half the city. Now it just hums with bad memories."
Blake: "Feels quiet."
Kellan (stopping suddenly): "Too quiet."
He halts mid-step, arm raised slightly in front of Blake.
Kellan(low, sharp): "Shhh! Don't move."
Blake (confused): "What is it?"
Kellan's eyes narrow, scanning the ridgeline.
Dust swirled behind them, stirred by a sudden, sharp movement.
Something was coming—too fast to see clearly. The air pressure dropped in an instant, a subtle but unsettling shift that snapped the heavy silence in two.
Then— A VIOLENT BLUR SLAMS TOWARD THEM FROM BEHIND.
A sharp, high-pitched rush cut through the air, stretching time into slow motion.
Kellan spun with sudden force, muscles coiling like a spring releasing. His arm snapped outward, slicing through the tension.
In that frozen moment, a translucent shield blossomed before him—rippling and shimmering with energy—bursting to life just in the nick of time.
IMPACT.
A jagged humanoid figure crashes into the shield — shattering it like glass. The shockwave throws both of them through the air. Kellan hits the dirt, hard. Blood trails from his nose.
Blake lands nearby, rolling to a stop — dazed and shocked.
Kellan(gritting, wiping blood): "What the hell was that…?"