Inside the central sanctum of the Vermillion Flame Clan's pavilion, beneath a grand crimson dome shimmering with protective runes, a fierce elemental clash roared in silence.
The chamber radiated contradictory forces — glacial cold and infernal heat. One half of the jade floor was frosted white, icy mist trailing upward like tendrils of moonlight. The other burned crimson gold, shimmering in waves of heat that caused the stone to pulse as if breathing.
On a massive, ancient jade bed adorned with vermillion and snowflake carvings, two dominant auras battled.
Crimson fire blazed along the muscular form of a towering middle aged man — Feng Han, Patriarch of the Vermillion Flame Clan. Flames danced across his bronze skin like armor, his breathing deep and thunderous. His crimson hair streamed behind him like a fiery tide, his eyes glowed amber with intensity. His body radiated the ferocity of a volcano on the verge of eruption.
