Tomorrow was the Festival of The Day of Purification, the megacorp-sponsored event of the year. Located in the grand megacorp skyscraper in the middle of the high city the festival gathered. A party where the elites came together to flaunt their wealth and power. It was a celebration of luxury, excess, and brand identity. And for Luminary, it was the perfect opportunity to solidify his position as a key player in the corporate machine.     

        LUMINARY SOLSTICE (Admiring his reflection) “This is it, Luminary, Tomorrow, the spotlight’s on you. The world will see who you are. it’s about being the best. And I am the best. I have curated such an amazing brand identity, they have to accept me”     

        He picked up the capsule from a table off to the side, turning it over in his hands. To Luminary, it wasn’t just a piece of technology—it was proof of his connection to the elite, the ultimate accessory in a world of competition and connection to the top.     

        He wasn’t interested in the deeper potential of the capsule or the revolution it might one day spark. If Luminary he didn’t even know what it is, just that everyone wanted it. And he had it. It was all about showing that he was on the inside, part of the select few who had access to such rare, luxurious technology. He wasn’t trying to change anything. He just wanted to make sure he was never left behind.     

        LUMINARY SOLSTICE (Whispering, giddy with excitement) “They’re going to see me as the bridge between the people and their products. I’ll be the face they want. No more struggling to get invited to the meetings, no more sitting at the back of the room. I’m not just a face in the crowd, I’m an asset. I can finally be them–”     

        ONYX (Coldly, with a hint of cynicism) “--Ahem, so that’s the plan? You walk into the festival like a peacock, hoping the megacorps throw you a bone? You realize that they’ll only ever see you as a tool, right? As long as you’re useful to their image, you’re fine. But the second they’re done with you, you’ll be forgotten. You're disposable. ”     

        LUMINARY SOLSTICE (Shrugging, not taking her seriously) “Maybe. But when they see me, they’ll want to keep me around. I’m not trying to take down the system, Onyx. I’m trying to be the guy they can’t live without. You told me this can lead a revolution right? I’ll go straight to the CEOs and tell them about my marketing campaign where we turn the revolution into a brand itself! The people and the CEOs would love me!”     

        The Day of Purification Festival had arrived. The entire upper city of Apocile was gathered in the heart of the MegaCorp Tower, their gala in full swing. To them, this festival was a reflection of everything they had achieved—a future without resistance, without questions. (maybe more description here to help design team)     

        LUMINARY SOLSTICE (With a polished, practiced smile) “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me at this moment in history. Tonight, we celebrate the day of purification— we step back into the past of Apocile and we look on to the future. And in your hands, the power to shape that future.”     

        IGNIS (Whispering through the comms) “Pyre, it’s showtime. The distraction’s ready. Once they’re watching the screens, it’s your cue to grab the capsule.” At the center of the gala, the Capsule remained the focal point of attention. Luminary was going on about "Great Freeze" and "the purification of society," his voice rehearsed and confident. The audience loved it. No one noticed Ignis slip away, heading toward the main control booth.     

        A holographic image and TVS all broadcast the capsule showing to the audience the magnificent artifact Luminary acquired. Ignis and Pyre hid in the shadows, exchanging a quick glance. Ignis was positioned near a backdoor, his fingers tapping the edge of his earpiece, that connected him to Flint. Pyre, meanwhile, was making his way closer to the security station near the stage, the path clear for now.     

        VIDEO MESSAGE - IGNIS (masked) (The voice echoed ominously through the room) “To the elite, the so-called ‘winners’ of the new world, your time is up.” “You claim to be the founders of progress. You believe you’ve earned your place at the top of the society. But your success—your wealth—was never your own merit. It was the result of a system designed to hoard power and wealth in the hands of a few, while the rest of the world is left to suffer. You thrive on a myth—that we all have equal opportunities, that anyone can climb to the top if they just work hard enough. This is a lie”     

        Glasses drop, voices rise in alarm. The gala had transformed in an instant from a celebration to a war zone of panic. The Capsule, still on display under its glass casing, suddenly became the focus of angry murmurs, as people began to turn on each other, questioning who was behind the broadcast, wondering if they were in danger.     

        Ignis screams into his headset as he sees his friend get knocked out by an enforcer. Ignis follow soon with police busting open the door to the security room.     

        Pyre rushes toward the stage, he works on releasing the locks from the capsule when all of a sudden everything goes dark.     

       IGNIS (Cutting through the chaos, frustrated) “Damn it, Pyre! You’ve gotta move! Now!”     

        The high city police had already been surveilling them before their heist even started. The panopticon of Apocile reigns supreme. As the two boys are knocked out and transported to an enforcer vehicle. cer vehicle.