Regrouping and Rethinking the War

A secluded bunker beneath the temple ruins. The dim, flickering lights cast long shadows on the damp stone walls. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. Felix lies on a makeshift bed, his face pale, breathing shallow. Eka kneels beside him, hands trembling as she tries to stop the bleeding with torn fabric and first aid supplies scattered around.

The rest of the team sits in a circle, their faces weary and covered in dirt. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by Felix's labored breaths and the distant rumble of collapsing temple walls above.

The group huddled close, the weight of betrayal pressing down on them like the stones above. They had barely escaped the Jade Dragon's trap, and now, the brutal reality of their war sank in. It wasn’t just the Nine Dragons they were up against—it was the mastermind who had orchestrated every move from the shadows.