The Jiang villa trembled under the dawn's faint light, its walls scarred from gunfire and explosions, the cellar stairs a jagged ascent into chaos. Feng Ruoxi led the charge, her dark hair streaming behind her, the phoenix tattoo on her wrist glowing brightly, its whisper—"The fire rises…"—a fierce pulse in her veins. Her chest ached from old wounds, her fire surging through her palms, but her eyes blazed with a resolve that had claimed Kyoto and now demanded retribution. Jiang Hao's betrayal had split the family, Bin's blood on her hands, and Tianhua's shadow loomed closer—Beijing's labs waiting.