Chapter 225 - Flames of the Fallen

The Jiang villa's cellar shuddered under the dawn's pale glow, the hatch above groaning as Tianhua's bio-machines clawed at the wood, their mechanical hum a relentless drumbeat. Feng Ruoxi stood at the center, her dark hair wild with sweat, the phoenix tattoo on her wrist glowing fiercely, its whisper—"The fire rises…"—a roaring pulse in her veins. Her chest throbbed from old wounds, her fire surging through her palms, but her eyes burned with a resolve that had claimed Kyoto and now defied Beijing's looming terror. Hao's corpse lay cold at her feet, his betrayal silenced, but the labs—Shuren gone, soldiers rising—drove her forward.