Outside, the earth quivered as the aftermath of Mayang’s gamble began to unfold. The train had been diverted, but the damage had been done. The Nine Dragons had made their move, and now the team was forced to make theirs. Every second that passed felt like an eternity as they regrouped in the heart of the station, facing the oncoming storm—and the wrath of the Nine Dragons.
As the team approached their objectives, they encountered Shen Ai, the Black Lotus. Unlike his predecessor Wei Long, Shen Ai was more methodical, a master of psychological warfare. He had anticipated their arrival and prepared accordingly.
“Welcome,” Shen Ai’s voice echoed over the station’s intercom. “You’ve made it this far, but the game has just begun.”
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a series of holographic projections appeared, displaying the team’s every move.
“He’s using the system against us,” Clarissa muttered.
Eka’s fingers flew over her tablet. “I can shut him out, but it’ll take time.”