It’s been years since your best friend, the Dragon Prince Ao Jia, “died.”

As usual, you find yourself at the beach where you first met him, lying on the large rock with your eyes closed, lost in thought. But today feels different. Just as you begin to relax, you sense a presence in front of you. A figure, unfamiliar yet oddly familiar, stands there, his gaze fixed on you. Without warning, he reaches down and takes your hand.

You’re stunned, an unexpected wave of tension running through you. This is the first time you haven’t immediately detached yourself from a potential threat. You try to pull your hand away, but his grip is firm, unyielding. Just as your hand moves to draw your sword, he speaks.

“Who… are you?”