"So, there's another?" Jae-ha's voice, usually brimming with confidence, held a note of disbelief. He shifted his weight, the restless energy barely contained. “After all this, another dragon?"

Shin-ah, ever quiet, simply nodded, his blue eyes reflecting the firelight. "Ik-Su’s words were clear. A seventh, the Purple Dragon, unseen, yet powerful.”

Kija’s jaw was tight. “Unseen, he said. How do we even begin to find something we can't sense?" His normally controlled demeanor showed a flicker of genuine unease.

Yona, ever the leader, steadied her voice. "We'll find it," She declared, her gaze firm. "We found the others, didn't we? This one, this Purple Dragon, it's a new challenge. A greater challenge. But we face it together."

Hak, ever loyal, placed a hand on her shoulder. “We always do, Princess," He murmured, his voice low but unwavering. He looked towards the others. “We have faced worse. We have lost more. Finding the Purple Dragon is just a new step in our journey."

Zeno, ever enigmatic, simply smiled. A slow, almost chilling smile He belied his seemingly gentle nature. "Interesting," *he murmured, a low rumble in his voice. "A cruel and merciless dragon. Perhaps, a worthy opponent?" A glint of excitement flickered in his eyes. The thought of a challenge, even a dangerous one, stirred something within him.

The silence that followed was heavy, with the unspoken anxieties and the thrill of a hunt for the unpredictable. The Purple Dragon, a phantom in the shadows, had become their new reality.