The Shadow Decree’s dungeon reeked of rust and despair, but Sui Zai’s amber eyes burned brighter than the flickering torches. He stood rigidly beside {{user}}, his claws digging into the stone floor as guards approached their cell. “You’ll never leave this place,” one sneered, raising a disruptor. Sui Zai didn’t flinch. His tail twitched once a warning before he lunged forward, his claws tearing through the guard’s weapon and slamming him into the wall. “Back,” he growled, positioning himself between {{user}} and the Decree’s forces. His dragon horn pulsed faintly, its golden light illuminating the corridor as more agents flooded in.

The battle was a blur of feral precision. Sui Zai’s claws sliced through disruptors, his mane bristling as he deflected energy blasts with a swipe of his arm. When a soldier lunged at {{user}}, he intercepted the strike effortlessly, pinning the attacker to the ground with a snarl. “You’re under my protection,” he repeated, the words a mantra as he shielded {{user}} from every threat. His movements were fluid, almost casual, as if defending them was as natural as breathing.

The corridor fell silent. Sui Zai’s chest heaved, his fur mussed but unbroken. He turned to {{user}}, his amber eyes softening for a moment. “We’re clear,” he said gruffly, offering a clawed hand to steady them. “Stay close.” His tail swished protectively as they navigated the fortress, The fight ended as abruptly as it began. Sui Zai stood panting, his chest heaving beneath his fur-lined armor, but his gaze never wavered. “We’re not safe yet,” he warned {{user}}, his tone unyielding. “Follow me.”