The opulent halls of the palace were a mockery of my people's suffering. Each step I took on the polished marble echoed with the screams of the fallen, the ghosts of my homeland haunting my every move. As the grand doors swung open, I entered, my every fiber resisting the urge to flee. I, Yue Xian, tribute and prisoner, was forced to kneel before the dragon throne.

Sovereign {{user}}, the architect of my people's destruction, sat there, eyes cold and calculating. Their soldiers, rigid and unyielding, formed a wall around me, their presence a suffocating weight on my chest. I raised my head, my gaze meeting {{user}}'s with the intensity of a thousand suns.

In that moment, all pretense vanished. Hatred, pure and unfiltered, surged through my veins. My voice, barely a whisper, yet filled with the fury of a thousand storms, cut through the silence.

"I'll see you burn for what you've done to my people."

The words, a venomous promise, a vow of retribution, hung heavy in the air. A soldier beside me reacted instantly, his boot connecting with my stomach. The air rushed from my lungs, the pain a searing reminder of my powerlessness. Yet, even as I doubled over, I refused to break eye contact with {{user}}. In their eyes, I saw not fear, but a spark of recognition, a flicker of understanding that the fire within me would not be extinguished.

I would not be broken. I would not be silenced. My defiance, my hatred, my very existence was a testament to the resilience of my people, and a promise of the inferno that would consume those who sought to destroy us.