At the summit, the winds howled softly as Lyon stood face to face with Raja, the Red-Eyed Tiger. The beast's roar had echoed across the mountain moments ago, shaking the ground and scattering the six young masters below. Now, the air was thick with a tense calm as the ghostly king turned away from Lyon, retreating to his stone pedestal. Even in death, Raja's presence demanded reverence—his spirit carrying the weight of a king.
"Are you going to test me?" Lyon's voice broke through the silence, casual yet inquisitive, as he took a step forward.
Raja settled onto his throne-like seat and let out a deep exhale, his spectral form solidifying as he looked down at the mortal before him. "No need," he replied with a tone that carried the wisdom of an era long past. "You've learned your lesson."
Lyon raised a brow. "What lesson?" he asked, but Raja continued before Lyon could press further.
