Unbeknownst to Shenlong, dark forces were stirring within the sect. There were those who had long coveted the power of the ancient pendant, and now that Shenlong had begun to unlock its secrets, they could no longer remain in the shadows.
Late one night, as Shenlong meditated, a figure cloaked in darkness crept through the sect's corridors. Their eyes gleamed with malice as they approached Shenlong's chamber. This was the first move in a much larger game—one that would push Shenlong to the limits of his strength and force him to confront enemies far more dangerous than any he had faced before.
The battle for Shenlong's legacy had only just begun.
The night was still, the only sound being the soft rustling of the wind through the trees surrounding the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Shenlong sat deep in meditation, his mind focused on deciphering the mysterious vision from the pendant. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. The air around him had changed—there was a subtle shift, a disturbance.
His instincts screamed danger.
Without a moment's hesitation, Shenlong leaped to his feet, just in time to dodge a dark blade that sliced through the air where he had been sitting moments before. A figure cloaked in black emerged from the shadows, their face obscured by a mask. The blade in their hand hummed with an ominous energy.
"So, you sensed me, after all," the assassin muttered, their voice low and filled with menace. "But it doesn't matter. Tonight, your life ends.