The Curse Tightens Its Grip

The ruins of the Hidden Fortress on Komodo Island, are now a battlefield. Broken walls and shattered pillars litter the ancient grounds, remnants of a forgotten era. Smoke fills the air, mingling with the salty breeze from the sea. Fires rage in the distance, and the metallic clash of weapons echoes as the first wave of the Nine Dragons’ mercenaries storms the island. Shadows move swiftly through the ruins, attacking with ruthless precision.

In the heart of the chaos, David stands, the Dragon Crown glowing ominously upon his head. His eyes are dark, and unfocused, the power within him awakening. Beside him, Bintang, Felix, Rhea, and Nicholas form a defensive line, their weapons drawn, their faces hardened by resolve.

David felt it—a pulse, deep and rhythmic, like the heartbeat of a dragon. The Crown vibrated, its ancient energy coursing through his veins. His senses sharpened, his vision crystal clear. He could see every movement, hear every whisper, feel every shift in the air.