The city screams. Concrete and steel buckle under the relentless assault of fire and fury. Factions loyal to the Nine Dragons unleash their wrath upon government forces and rebellious upstarts, desperate to seize control amidst the chaos.
Bintang stands at the heart of the conflict, his hands trembling as he watches the city he swore to protect fall apart. Smoke burns his eyes, and the roar of gunfire drowns his thoughts.
A soldier rushes to his side, bloodied and breathless. "They’ve taken the southern districts, sir. Wei Long’s forces... they’re everywhere."
Bintang's jaw tightens. “Send word to the remaining loyalists. Hold the bridges. We can’t let them reach the palace.”
The soldier hesitates. “And if they do?”
Bintang’s eyes harden, his voice cold. “Then Jakarta falls.”
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On the other side of the city, Mei Ling stands atop a crumbling building, her gaze sweeping over the burning skyline. By her side, loyal lieutenants await her orders.