Return to Komodo

The dimly lit safehouse hummed with the distant sound of traffic, a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air. A holographic map flickered above the wooden table, casting ghostly blue reflections on the faces of the three men gathered around it.

Sebastian’s eyes were distant, unfocused—locked in the throes of a vision. He exhaled sharply, bracing himself against the table as fragmented images surged through his mind: the silhouette of a towering dragon, its wings clipped and body caged; ritualistic symbols carved into the earth; the flickering glow of fire reflected in the eyes of masked figures.

Sebastian urgently. “It’s Komodo. Something is happening there. The Crown—it's at the center of this.”

David straightened, his expression sharpening. “What do you mean ‘the Crown’?”

“I saw it… tangled in symbols, in cages. It’s tied to the dragons, David. If we don’t act now, we may be too late.”

Bintang, who had been silent until now, leaned forward, his jaw tightening.