The Flickering Flames

The air in the underground chamber was heavy with the scent of incense and ancient wood. Felix stepped cautiously inside, his heart pounding as the torches lining the walls flickered to life. In the center of the room, Wei Long sat serenely on an ornate wooden chair, his silhouette framed by the glow of golden dragon engravings carved into the walls.

“Welcome, Felix,” Wei Long said, his voice calm yet commanding. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Felix clenched his fists, his pulse racing. “You’ve caused enough destruction. Why drag me here? To gloat about the chaos you’ve unleashed?”

Wei Long chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the cavernous room. “Chaos, you call it. And yet, you’re here because of that very chaos. Because of me.”

Felix stepped forward, his voice rising. “I’m here to end this. To stop the Nine Dragons and everything you’ve built.”