Chapter 230 - Shadows of the Core

The warehouse on Beijing's north edge buzzed with quiet urgency under the late morning light, its rusted walls a fragile shield against the storm brewing beneath the city. Feng Ruoxi stood near a crate, her dark hair tangled with sweat and blood, the phoenix tattoo on her wrist glowing softly, its whisper—"The fire rises…"—a steady pulse in her veins. Her chest ached from old wounds, her fire simmering beneath her skin, but her eyes burned with a resolve forged by Xingxing's death and Mia's betrayal. Two hours remained—two hours to heal, plan, and strike Tianhua's core bunker, where her blood fueled his monstrous empire.