The tomb was eerily quiet after the explosion. Lin Feng's chest heaved with the remnants of the fiery battle, and his hand still gripped the flame spoon, its warmth a constant reminder of the power he had unleashed. His mind raced, trying to process the aftermath of everything that had just transpired.
Yao Shen was down, but something didn't feel right.
Jia Yun stepped beside him, her breathing still heavy but her resolve unshaken. She gave him a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "You know, that wasn't half bad for a first time fighting a rogue spice conjurer."
Lin Feng rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the small grin that appeared on his face. "Yeah, next time I'll let you handle the firestorms while I sip tea."
Jia Yun laughed, though the tension in the air didn't fully dissipate. "I'll hold you to that."
But as they both turned to look at the motionless Yao Shen, the once-vibrant tomb seemed almost… too quiet. The ground had stopped shaking, and the flames that had filled the space with such intensity were now slowly fading, their warmth retreating like the last embers of a dying fire.
"Do you think it's over?" Lin Feng asked, his voice uncertain.
Jia Yun's gaze lingered on Yao Shen's prone form. "I don't know. This feels… unfinished."
Lin Feng stepped forward cautiously, the scent of charred spices still hanging in the air, mixing with the faint traces of something deeper, darker. He knelt down beside Yao Shen, checking for any signs of life.
To his surprise, Yao Shen's chest rose and fell, shallow and erratic.
"He's still alive," Lin Feng muttered. He turned to Jia Yun. "We can't just leave him here. We need to get him out of here."
Jia Yun nodded, already moving to help him lift Yao Shen's limp body. "You think he'll come around?"
"I'm not sure. But we can't just leave him in this state. There's more to this than we understand. And I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of that Phantom Pepper."
Together, they carried Yao Shen through the tomb's dark, winding corridors, their steps echoing off the walls. As they neared the exit, the flickering light from Lin Feng's flame spoon cast long shadows, making the tomb seem even more foreboding.
Just as they crossed the threshold, something caught Lin Feng's eye—a glint of light reflected from the farthest corner of the tomb, behind a large stone altar. A small, golden object lay half-hidden beneath an ancient tapestry.
"Hold up," Lin Feng said, pointing to the object. "I see something."
Jia Yun glanced over, narrowing her eyes. "That wasn't there before."
Lin Feng walked over to investigate, crouching down to retrieve the object. It was a small, intricately carved medallion, its surface covered in delicate, swirling patterns that seemed to shift when he looked at them.
"This feels… important," Lin Feng murmured, turning the medallion over in his hands. On the back, there was an engraving: a symbol of two crossed spoons surrounded by flames.
"Any idea what this is?" Jia Yun asked, peering over his shoulder.
Lin Feng shook his head. "No, but I feel like it's connected to everything that's been happening. We need to show this to Grandmaster Soot-Pan."
With Yao Shen in tow and the mysterious medallion in hand, Lin Feng and Jia Yun made their way back to the Flame Pavilion, each step heavier with the weight of the unknown. As the tomb's entrance sealed behind them, Lin Feng couldn't shake the feeling that they had merely scratched the surface of a much deeper mystery.
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Back at the Flame Pavilion:
Grandmaster Soot-Pan sat in the inner sanctum, her saffron beard flowing like a river of spices as she listened intently to Lin Feng and Jia Yun's account of the battle.
Yao Shen was laid out on a stone slab, the power of the Phantom Pepper still pulsing faintly within him, though now subdued. The room was filled with the aroma of herbs and ancient seasonings, the air thick with the promise of more revelations.
Soot-Pan's sharp eyes flicked to the medallion in Lin Feng's hand. She gestured for him to place it on the table. "Let me see that."
Lin Feng carefully placed the medallion in front of her. Her fingers brushed over it, her face inscrutable. "This… this is a relic of the Flame Council."
"The Flame Council?" Jia Yun echoed. "You mean the secret order that was supposed to have disbanded centuries ago?"
Soot-Pan nodded. "Yes. The Flame Council was the original group of chefs who protected the balance of the culinary world. They were once the only ones who could wield the full power of the Phantom Pepper. But they vanished after the Great Spicy War, leaving behind only whispers and ruins."
Lin Feng's mind raced. "So this medallion belonged to them?"
"Not just anyone could wear this," Soot-Pan replied. "It was meant for the chosen flamebearer—one who could master both the balance of flavor and the power of fire. But this is troubling."
"What is?" Lin Feng asked.
"This medallion, along with Yao Shen's obsession with the Phantom Pepper, points to something I've feared for a long time," Soot-Pan said, her eyes growing grave. "There's a dark force at play—a rogue faction of the Flame Council. They've been plotting for years, and Yao Shen was simply their pawn."
Jia Yun frowned. "So this isn't over?"
Soot-Pan's gaze hardened. "No. It's just beginning."
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