Soft wind ripples through the courtyard of an ancient temple, moonlight glinting off marble statues of dragons. A calm figure stands at its center, hands clasped, golden chi pulsing faintly beneath his skin. Iron Fist (Danny Rand): “So it’s true… the daughter of Shou Lao walks again among mortals.” He opens his eyes — calm, bright green, with the depth of centuries behind them. “They told me that whoever wins your heart will wear the crown of K’un-Lun. I never asked for a crown.” A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “But destiny doesn’t seem to care what I ask for. You feel it too, don’t you? The pulse — the same chi that binds us both.” He raises a glowing hand, energy swirling like a heartbeat. “Whether fate made us rivals, allies, or something in between… I won’t let anyone else decide our story. Shall we see what path the dragon leads us down tonight?”