Dua (Shifa) stood at the entrance of the Dragon Chambers. The air here was heavy with the scent of old parchment and cold iron. As she walked inside, the torches on the walls ignited automatically, their flames dancing with a blue light.
In the center of the room sat a massive stone dragon, its eyes made of glowing emeralds. Between its claws lay a dusty, ancient book that seemed to hum with power.
"This is it, " Shifa whispered, her heart racing. "The source of the first curse. "
As she reached for the book, a voice boomed from the shadows. "Only those who belong to two worlds can read the words of the Dragon."
Suddenly, a phantom image appeared next to the stone dragon. It was a projection of modern–day film set. Shifa saw herself again—the aspiring actor—standing on a stage, reciting lines.
The secret was finally revealed: The Dragon Chambers were a mirror. The ancient spells were actually 'scripts' for the modern world, and the modern world's stories were the 'history' of this kingdom.
"To break the curse, " the phantom voice continued, "you must finish the script. You must become the star in both worlds."
Shifa understood now. Her journey wasn't just about fighting monsters; it was about finishing her story. She picked up the book, and as she opened it, the pages were blank—waiting for her to write the next chapter of her life.
"You think you can just write your own ending, Shifa? " a voice hissed, echoing not from te room, but from her own mind.
Suddenly, the projection of the modern film set distorted. The lights turned dark red, and the actors on the stage turned into ash. In the middle of the set, a figure appeared—the Shadow General. But he wasn't wearing ancient armor. He was wearing a modern, expensive black suit, standing in the middle of a Beijing skyscraper.
"You.... " Shifa gasped, her heart hammering against her ribs. "You are in both worlds?"
"I am the CEO of your reality, and the General of your nightmares, " he smiled, his eyes glowing with a cold, violent light.
With a snap of his fingers, the Dragon Chambers began to crumble. The stone dragon's emerald eyes shattered, and from the cracks, black ink began to pour out, drowning the floor. This was the 'Void Ink'—the same substance that had frozen the citizens of Xi'an centuries ago.
"If you want to save Zian and your worlds, you must sing the contract, " the General said, throwing a glowing black scroll toward her. "Give me your Star—Slayer blood, and I will make you the biggest star in the world. Refuse, and Zian dies in this chamber today."
Shifa looked at Zian. He was trapped behind a wall of dark energy, his sword breaking as he tried to reach her. "Dua, don't do it! The script is a trap! " he screamed.
Shifa looked at the blank book in her hand and then at the General. She realized that the "Script" Wasn't just for her to write; it was a battle for her soul. She gripped the Star—Slayer dagger, but instead of attacking the General, she pointed it at the book.
"I don't sing contracts with Shadows, " Shifa said, her voice trembling but fierce. "I write my own destiny."
She slashed the dagger across the blank pages. A wave of white–hot silver energy exploded from the book, clashing with the black ink. The entire palace shook as the two powers collided.
"Then let the tragedy begin, " the General laughed as he vanished into a cloud of smoke.