The apartment safehouse shuddered as Jiang Bin's men stormed through the splintered door, a tide of black-clad figures with guns blazing, their shouts drowned by the roar of Feng Ruoxi's phoenix fire. Flames erupted from her hands—wild, crimson, and unstoppable—engulfing the first wave in a searing inferno, their screams swallowed by the crackling heat. Her mark blazed against her wrist, the pendant scorching her chest, the golden-eyed woman's voice a faint echo in her mind: *"The fire binds."*