In the stillness of his chamber, Samrat sat cross-legged, deep in meditation as his Qi flowed steadily through his meridians. A soft glow pulsed around him, and the air shimmered faintly with spiritual energy. At the door, his loyal servant Reeve stepped in but paused, sensing the intensity of the moment. Realizing his master was in the midst of Qi circulation, Reeve chose to wait in silence.
Two hours passed.
At last, Samrat's breath stirred. A faint stream of white smoke escaped his lips, swirling momentarily before vanishing into the air. His eyes snapped open sharp, focused, and gleaming with inner power. As his gaze settled, he found Reeve still standing, patiently waiting.
Reeve bowed respectfully. "Master," he said, "Kevin Haze, the young Storm Dragon of the Storm Clan, has issued a public challenge. He has called for a duel against all four finalists of the Grand Selection including you."
