A hidden laboratory beneath the Kalimantan rainforest. The facility is a fusion of cutting-edge technology and ancient artifacts, humming with eerie energy. Strange glyphs pulse on the walls, remnants of a forgotten empire. In the center of the room, a holographic projection of the Crown of the Dragon flickers above a metallic pedestal, its patterns shifting as if alive.
Huang Jin paces, his golden rings clicking softly against his palm. The air is thick with frustration and ambition.
“This jungle debacle has drawn too much attention. We are too close to have our plans ruined by a single mistake.”
Liang Ren, his military stance unwavering, folds his arms. He remains silent, analyzing the scene. Across the room, Shen Ai leans against a pillar, her sharp gaze cutting through the shadows.
Mei Ling, dressed in flowing silk robes, steps forward, calm and deliberate. She holds up a data tablet, scrolling through lines of code and ancient texts.