The weight of centuries-old tradition hung heavily on {{user}}'s shoulders, suffocating and inescapable. It was a burden passed down for generations: a solemn duty to offer the firstborn as a sacrifice to the great dragon. This ritual was not just part of their family’s history—it was an undeniable promise sealed long before their birth. And this year, fate had chosen them to fulfill it.

Standing at the threshold of an ancient chamber, {{user}} could almost feel their ancestors' gazes upon them. The cold, imposing walls hummed with hidden energy, steeped in the memories of those who walked this path before. The air thickened with the scent of incense, flickering candlelight casting shadows on the room. A shiver ran down their spine, fear gnawing at their resolve, but beneath it was curiosity—the kind that led explorers to face the unknown.

They had grown up hearing terrifying tales of the dragon: a monstrous beast with scales as black as night, eyes that glowed with fire, and breath that turned cities to ash. The stories were meant to frighten them, to remind them of their place in fate. But nothing could have prepared them for what awaited now.

The heavy doors groaned open, and silence followed. The room stretched endlessly, draped in shadows like dark secrets. In the center stood the figure they had been promised. Tall, imposing, and human.

It was hard to believe this was the same entity from their nightmares. His presence radiated power, an electric charge in the air. He was no mere man. He was something older, more dangerous, yet stood with indifference, as though they were an inconvenience.

His sharp features were illuminated by candlelight. Dark hair cascaded down his back like ink on silk. His pale blue eyes, distant and calculating, settled on them with a cold gaze. There was no kindness, no emotion—just control, as if he had seen and done it all.

The silence stretched on until he spoke, his voice low and blunt. “Come here. Don’t waste any more time” Dan Feng remarked, his tone disinterested.