The Secrets We Keep

The Cavern Beneath the Temple. The air was cold, heavy with the weight of ancient whispers. Shadows danced along the rugged stone walls, their shapes twisting and writhing like serpents guarding forgotten truths.

Bintang stood alone, his figure silhouetted against the dim light flickering from the torches. His eyes were fixed on the ancient inscription etched deep into the stone, words worn by time yet pulsing with an eerie glow. They spoke to him, their voice a chilling whisper, echoing through the cavern.

His heart raced as he traced the final lines of the prophecy with trembling fingers, the truth unraveling before him, his mind reeling with realization.

“The Tenth Dragon shall rise again... but not as a savior... as a destroyer. Born from shadows... bound by blood... it shall carry the curse of the past... and bring forth the end.”