No... more... lies!

A battlefield near the island’s edge, where jagged cliffs plunge into roaring ocean waves below. The sky is overcast, heavy clouds swirling ominously, reflecting the chaos below. The ground is scarred with craters, smoke rising from burning trees. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and salt from the sea spray. The rebels make their last stand here, backs against the cliffs, facing the onslaught of the Nine Dragons’ elite forces.

On one side stands David, his body trembling with the Crown’s cursed power, his eyes flickering with golden light. Beside him, Bintang readies his weapon, his gaze locked on the advancing enemies. In the distance, the ominous silhouettes of Wei Long, Feng Bao, and Shen Ai approach, leading an army of mercenaries.

The wind howls, carrying with it the sound of battle cries and clashing steel. This is the final stand—the breaking point.