Just when the five survivors thought they had Johan cornered, a mischievous glint sparked in Johan's eyes. With a casual flick of his hand, he summoned the formidable Red Dragon, a creature of untold power. The atmosphere shifted as the colossal beast materialized, scales shimmering in the dappled sunlight.
Johan, shedding his pretense of vulnerability, grinned confidently. "You folks thought you had me, huh? Well, meet my friend here. We call him Flameheart, but you can call him trouble."
The survivors' faces contorted, realizing they had underestimated Johan's abilities. Panic set in, but Johan reveled in their expressions of shock and fear.
"You see," Johan continued, strolling leisurely as the Red Dragon loomed over them, "I'm not as defenseless as I pretended to be. It's all part of the game, folks, and you fell for it."
