Aiko's small hand trembled as she clutched Yukang's arm, her breath visible in the cool night air outside Kyoto's old temple. The city stretched below, its lantern-lit streets winding through a fragile peace, the hum of bio-soldiers silenced for now. Feng Ruoxi stood a few steps ahead, her dark hair tangled with sweat and blood, the phoenix tattoo on her wrist glowing faintly, its whisper, "The fire rises…" a quiet pulse in her veins. Her chest throbbed from old wounds, her fire simmering beneath her skin, but her eyes held a fierce resolve shaped by Xingxing's sacrifice and the origin lab's collapse. Three clusters of Chen's soldiers remained, scattered across Kyoto, a final test before rest could claim them.