Purpy sat resolutely on Feng Chen's shoulder, feathers ruffling as if sensing the gravity of the moment.
The cave was steeped in silence, punctuated only by the faint sounds of the forest outside and the slow, rhythmic breathing of Yin and Yang.
Even unconscious, their presence seemed to fill the space with an aura of dormant potential, waiting to be awakened.
Feng Chen knelt down, feeling the cold stone beneath him as he reached out.
His fingers trembled slightly before they brushed across Yin's dark, glistening scales and then shifted to the pale, iridescent body of Yang.
The touch was grounding, a reminder of what he was about to commit to.
As if responding to his silent contemplation, a system window materialized before him, the light casting flickering shadows on the cave walls.
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[Supreme Ancient Bloodline detected.
Condition: Sealed.
