Golden Sea Pavilion reeked of damp earth and oxidized iron. Lin Hao's dragon scales detected seventeen containment runes etched into the cellar walls—their resonance frequencies suppressing 63% of his plasma energy. Purple Night's violet qipao clung to her skin with sweat, the fabric's nanoweave struggling against the sealing matrix's pressure.
22:37 – Containment
The golden barrier hummed at 666Hz—its surface crawling with fractal containment sigils. Dark Eagle's augmented fist left molten dents in the energy field that healed instantly, the smell of scorched ozone stinging nasal passages. Phoenix Cry's holographic claws dissected the matrix patterns:
Sealing tier: IX
Energy source: Third Prince's biometric signature
Countermeasure window: 4.2-second resonance gap
22:39 – Revelation
Cloud Leader's data streams projected real-time updates from the palace:
Antidote synthesis: 99.9% complete
Sigil Brand collapse: 83% penetration
Third Prince's wheelchair: emitting final distress beacon
Lin Hao's Samsara Vortex analyzed the containment field's weakness points—their flicker patterns matching Lei Meng's detox convulsions. The Thunder Phoenix's shadow stored stolen void energy in crystalline venom sacs along his spine.
22:41 – Strategy
Purple Night's breath condensed into frost equations on Lin Hao's collar. "Matrix resonance peaks every 9.3 seconds. We need synchronized strikes across seventeen harmonic nodes."
Dark Eagle's augmented vocal cords vibrated tactical coordinates through bone conduction. Assassins reorganized into fractal attack patterns—their weapons humming in dissonant harmonics.
22:43 – Convergence
Lin Hao's dragon scales polarized against the sealing field's glare. The Thunder Phoenix's plasma feathers extruded monomolecular cutting edges—their atomic structure tuned to match Mo Yuntian's stolen void signatures.
"Now!" Dark Eagle's command smelled of ionized blood.
22:44 – Breach
Three hundred plasma blades struck containment nodes simultaneously. The golden barrier warped into a Klein bottle configuration—its surface rippling with stressed reality. Lin Hao's strike carved through harmonic weak point Gamma-7, the stench of burning quantum foam overwhelming olfactory sensors.
22:45 – Collapse
The sealing matrix imploded with the sound of shattering stained glass. Assassins staggered as pressure equalized—their inner ears popping from sudden vacuum release. Cloud Leader's data streams updated:
Palace security status: Code Black
Lei Meng's vitals: Critical
Antidote synthesis: Terminated
22:47 – Evacuation
The hidden tunnel reeked of panic and adrenaline. Lin Hao's boots left fractal cooling patterns in the mud—each step erasing evidence of dragon-scale imprints. Behind them, Golden Sea Pavilion's structural integrity collapsed with a roar of grinding stone.
22:49 – Revelation
Phoenix Cry's hologram flickered above the sewer junction. "Third Prince activated legacy protocols. All Sigil Branded units now prioritize antidote destruction over royal protection."
Dark Eagle's augmented eyes glowed cobalt-blue. "New priority—secure Lei Meng at all costs. Sky Division handles palace guards. Flame torches evidence. Cloud scrubs data streams."
22:51 – Infiltration
The sewage tunnel's biofilm shimmered with bioluminescent algae. Lin Hao's synthetic skin mimicked the textures—his dragon scales neutralizing methane pockets before ignition. Fourprestige's shadow absorbed residual sealing matrix energy from the walls.
22:53 – Convergence
The antidote chamber's blast doors vibrated at 666Hz. Lin Hao's retinal overlay decrypted the security runes—their patterns matching Third Prince's wheelchair hydraulics. The Thunder Phoenix's plasma feathers hummed against containment fields—their resonance syncing with Lei Meng's fading heartbeat.
22:55 – Confrontation
Sigil Branded guards moved with clockwork precision—their eyes leaking void static. Lin Hao's Samsara Vortex activated—event horizons shredding neural links into decaying memory fragments. The corridor reeked of burnt hippocampus tissue and betrayal.
Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
22:57 – Extraction
Lei Meng's cryogenic pod glowed with stolen lifeforce—its surface etched with detox formulae. Purple Night's nanoweave gloves left frost patterns on the glass. "Neural preservation at 92% integrity. We need to move before..."
The ceiling collapsed with the roar of grinding steel. Third Prince's wheelchair descended through smoke—its hydraulics leaking fluid that smelled of Yang Chengji's DNA.
22:59 – Ascension
Fourprestige's shadow enveloped the throne. The Thunder Phoenix's talons closed around Lei Meng's pod—their target vanishing into quantum static. A single frostbreathing mask lay steaming on the dais, its inner surface displaying updated detox protocols.
23:01 – Evasion
Emergency containment fields bathed the palace in ultraviolet. Lin Hao's dragon scales polarized against the glare—their fractal patterns mimicking camera malfunction artifacts. Somewhere in the capital, a wheelchair's neural interface flatlined with the scent of roasted almonds.
23:03 – Regroup
The safehouse reeked of pyrrhic victory. Purple Night's hologram flickered—her code structure now 47% Black Ice encryption. Lin Hao injected neural stabilizers, their chemical bite masking the scent of scorched Sigil Brands.
"Phase two begins." His whisper carried the weight of collapsing stars.
The Traitor Lei Meng
Golden Sea Pavilion reeked of ozone and scorched metal. The containment field's golden hue cast sickly light over three hundred assassins—their weapons leaving fractal scorch marks on the energy barrier. Lin Hao's dragon scales detected seventeen distinct void signatures among the crowd, one pulsing with the rancid butter scent of Lei Meng's neural suppressants.
23:05 – Exposure
Flame Leader's augmented nostrils flared. "Matrix activation required internal sabotage." His voice smelled of burning hair as spatial distortion fields pinpointed the traitor. The crowd parted like poisoned mercury around a black-clad figure—his biometrics warped by quantum static.
Lin Hao's retinal overlay screamed warnings:
Muscle density: 98% match to Lei Meng
Gait analysis: 91% correlation
Residual neural patterns: Third Prince's detox protocols
23:07 – Confrontation
Lei Meng's voice emerged distorted through vocal scramblers. "Your destruction serves greater purpose." His palm slapped the wall—hidden mechanisms grinding as sewage tunnels sealed with the stench of rusted iron.
Dark Eagle's void scythe shrieked against the containment field. "You'll beg for death before we're through."
23:09 – Escape
Quantum displacement fields bent light around Lei Meng's form—his body dissolving into static that tasted of burnt copper. The traitor's final act triggered subterranean tremors—floor tiles cracking to reveal reinforced alloy plates glowing with containment sigils.
Lin Hao's Samsara Vortex analyzed the trap:
Plasma conduits: 89% overload risk
Oxygen levels: dropping 2.3% per minute
Neural suppression field strength: 666 gravitons
23:11 – Revelation
Purple Night's qipao shimmered with emergency coolant. "He's heading for the South Palace." Her whisper carried frost patterns across Lin Hao's neck—encrypted coordinates matching Lei Meng's residual thermal trail.
Sky Leader's augmented eyes glowed cobalt. "Priority override—breach containment within 47 minutes or lose visual on Third Prince."
23:13 – Strategy
Assassins formed fractal attack patterns—their plasma blades humming in dissonant harmonics. Lin Hao's dragon scales polarized against the containment field's glare—their atomic structure resonating with Mo Yuntian's stolen void signatures.
The Thunder Phoenix's shadow extruded monomolecular talons. "Synchronized strike at 23:17:03," Dark Eagle's bone-conduction command vibrated through mandibles.
23:17 – Breach
Three hundred weapons struck harmonic weak points simultaneously—the containment field warping into Klein bottle configurations. Lin Hao's strike carved through Gamma-7 node—the stench of ionized quantum foam overwhelming olfactory sensors.
23:19 – Collapse
The golden barrier imploded with cathedral-shattering force—its collapse wave flattening lacquered wood panels into carbonized dust. Cloud Leader's data streams updated:
South Palace security: Code Vermilion
Third Prince's biometrics: 12% viability
Antidote stockpile: 73% destroyed
23:21 – Pursuit
Lin Hao's boots left fractal cooling patterns in the sewage tunnel—each step erasing evidence of dragon-scale resonance. The Thunder Phoenix's shadow absorbed residual containment energy—its stolen power making Lin Hao's teeth vibrate at 666Hz.
23:23 – Infiltration
The South Palace reeked of betrayal and roasted almonds. Lei Meng's thermal trail led to an audience chamber where Crown Prince Yan Peng studied holographic battle plans—their glowing lines casting shark-like shadows across his野心-filled eyes.
23:25 – Revelation
Second Prince Yan Fengjun's augmented fingers twitched—microexplosives in his signet ring humming with void energy. "The trap sprung perfectly."
Lei Meng removed his scrambler mask—the stench of synthetic flesh dissolving into ammonia mist. "Containment holds for 83 more minutes. More than sufficient."
23:27 – Convergence
Lin Hao's retinal overlay matched the holographic map—its troop deployments mirroring Third Prince's wheelchair escape routes. The Thunder Phoenix's shadow stored stolen data—each byte tasting of impending regicide.
23:29 – Preparation
Yan Peng's neural implants glowed—their fractal patterns matching Sigil Brand encryption. "Deploy the resonance towers at dawn. Let the fireworks burn away imperfections."
Lei Meng bowed—his augmented spine creaking with the sound of overclocked hydraulics. "As the Princes command."
23:31 – Observation
From the ventilation shaft, Lin Hao's thermal sensors cataloged threats:
17 resonance towers disguised as ceremonial pillars
233 Sigil Branded guards masquerading as servants
666 void charges planted beneath the royal dais
23:33 – Withdrawal
The Thunder Phoenix's talons etched counter-sigils into alloy walls—their resonance disrupting Yan Peng's holographic displays. Lin Hao retraced his path—the stench of betrayal lingering like smog over the South Palace.
23:35 – Regroup
The safehouse reeked of ozone and desperation. Purple Night's hologram flickered—her code structure now 66% Black Ice encryption. Lin Hao injected neural stabilizers—their chemical burn masking the scent of impending doom.
"Endgame approaches." His whisper carried the weight of collapsing stars.
