Ashes of the Empire

Nine Dragons' fall had left the world reeling, but the sense of victory was fleeting. While the Syndicate’s grand schemes had crumbled, its remnants were far from defeated. In the shadows, those loyal to the old order regrouped, plotting their return.

The team had thought that with the fall of the Syndicate’s leadership, the world would begin to heal. But the scars were deep, and the wounds had yet to stop bleeding. New threats, shaped from the ashes of the old empire, began to emerge. Opportunistic factions—less organized, more vicious—were rising, determined to fill the vacuum left by the Syndicate’s collapse.

Bintang, Clarissa, David, and the rest of the team gathered in the dimly lit operations room. The sound of clicking keyboards and murmurs of strategy filled the room, but it was clear that something was off. There was a palpable unease in the air, a feeling that the peace they had fought for was slipping through their fingers.