**Narrator:**
The tension hung thick in the air, the very mountain seeming to hold its breath as Sai stood before the ancient doors. The weight of destiny pressed heavily on his shoulders, yet his expression remained calm—controlled. Beside him, Hana adjusted herself, still recovering from the surge of power that had nearly overwhelmed them moments before. Though danger loomed, her loyalty was unwavering.
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**Hana**: (her voice steady but her brow creased with concern)
"My Lord, we don't even know what lies beyond these doors. Can we ever truly prepare for this?"
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**Narrator:**
Sai's gaze rested on the glowing symbols etched deep into the stone. The energy they pulsed was old—ancient beyond memory—and far beyond the reach of normal human comprehension. But Sai was no ordinary human. The blood of dragons coursed through his veins, resonating with the power of the doors, as if acknowledging the challenge before him. The weight of centuries seemed to press down upon him, but his resolve remained unshaken.
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**Sai**: (his voice low, carrying a quiet, unbreakable confidence)
"The Wraith is likely born of the curse itself. A creature of shadows, tied to the darkness that festers in this land."
(Sai's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint of determination flashing within them.)
"Strength alone won't defeat it. We must understand what it is—find the crack in its armor."
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**Narrator:**
As Sai's words settled in the air, the mysterious man, still half-hidden in shadow, observed silently. The mockery that had colored his expression earlier had faded, replaced by something more calculating, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. He studied Sai with the scrutiny of one who had seen countless others fail.
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**Mysterious Man**: (voice tinged with doubt, but intrigued)
"You think you can uncover what no one else has? You speak boldly for a child pretending to be Duke."
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**Narrator:**
Hana's hand twitched instinctively toward her dagger, her body tense at the insult. Yet before she could act, Sai lifted a hand, stopping her with a quiet, deliberate gesture. There was no need for anger. The man's skepticism echoed the doubts of the entire town of Zarador. But words alone wouldn't change anything—only actions.
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**Sai**: (his voice cold, with a quiet authority)
"I don't need your belief. You'll see the truth soon enough."
(Sai glanced at Hana, his eyes signaling it was time to move on.)
"We have work to do."
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**Narrator:**
Without another word, Sai turned from the cursed doors, Hana following silently by his side. Behind them, the mysterious man watched their retreat, his expression unreadable. He had seen many come before, all claiming to lift the curse, only to be consumed by the darkness. But there was something different about this one—something unsettling, something ancient stirring beneath the surface. His eyes lingered on Sai's back as if a piece of a long-forgotten puzzle had just fallen into place.
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**Narrator:**
As they made their way back toward Zarador, the wind grew colder, sharp and biting against their skin. The mountain loomed behind them, its whispers faint but insistent, like old ghosts beckoning from the shadows. Neither Sai nor Hana flinched. Sai's thoughts churned beneath his calm exterior. The draconic blood in his veins burned hotter with every step, a constant reminder of the power within him. But even with that strength, the Wraith would be no ordinary foe.
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**Hana**: (breaking the silence, her voice quiet but laced with worry)
"My Lord… if the Wraith is truly born from the curse, how can we defeat something that is bound to this land itself?"
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**Sai**: (his gaze forward, eyes focused, voice thoughtful)
"We defeat it by understanding its origin. The curse wasn't born in isolation—it was placed here, bound to this land by a force older than any of us."
(He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as though pieces of a riddle were beginning to connect.)
"The Wraith is part of that curse's core. Break the link, and the curse will begin to unravel."
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**Narrator:**
Hana listened, trusting his words, though the weight of uncertainty still gnawed at her. They continued in silence, the town of Zarador finally coming into view, its shadow cast long by the pale glow of the moon. The man had vanished into the night like a wisp of smoke, but the shadow of his doubt lingered.
When they reached the mansion, Sai paused at the threshold, turning to Hana with a gentle, yet commanding tone.
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**Sai**:
"Rest, Hana. You'll need your strength for what's to come."
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**Narrator:**
Hana hesitated, her loyalty urging her to stay at his side, but the weariness in her bones could not be ignored. She bowed her head slightly before retreating to her chambers. Once alone, Sai walked the dimly lit corridors, the echo of his footsteps lost in the silence. His mind whirled with the challenge ahead.
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**Narrator:**
In his room, Sai stood alone, the moonlight spilling through the window casting long, shifting shadows across the floor. He shed his shirt, revealing a body marked by old scars, each a testament to battles fought and victories hard-won. Yet the greatest fight still lay ahead. He closed his eyes, his breath slowing as he focused inward, summoning the ancient power that coiled within his heart like a serpent of flame.
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**Narrator:**
The room faded as Sai sank deeper into the recesses of his soul, the draconic energy burning hot within his chest. His hands moved instinctively over his heart, where the power throbbed like a second pulse. It was wild, unrefined—an untamed force that threatened to consume him if not controlled.
Slowly, he began to shape it. Not with his hands, but with sheer force of will. The energy twisted beneath his skin, a storm of power that obeyed his command. Pain lanced through him, but he endured it, compressing the chaotic energy until it solidified, condensing into a small, glowing core within his chest—a heartstone.
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**Narrator:**
It pulsed faintly, a stone of pure draconic essence, raw and boundless. Though small, Sai could feel its immense potential—a power far greater than anything he had wielded before. He took a slow breath, feeling the weight of this new strength, both a gift and a burden.
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**Sai**: (whispering to himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips)
"It begins."
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**Narrator:**
Outside, the wind howled, but inside, there was only silence. The faint glow of the heartstone pulsed rhythmically in the darkness, a promise of the power to come.