Jack's fingers trembled as he ran them over the faded map, tracing the curling paths and ancient symbols inked in a language that pulsed with forgotten fire. The scroll's seal—the crest of the Eastern Dragon Clan—had unraveled something inside him. This wasn’t just a piece of parchment. It was a call.
“When the true flame awakens, the God of War returns.”
Sarah sat across from him in the candlelit vault, her brow furrowed. “Do you think this ‘God of War’ is… real?”
Jack exhaled, the weight of legacy pressing deeper into his shoulders. “If it’s tied to the Dragon Clan, then yeah. It’s real. And probably buried beneath this city.”
She leaned closer. “That message—it wasn’t just for you. Joe knew something was coming.”
Jack nodded. “He always did.”
His eyes lingered on the scroll before
