The Phoenix’s Gambit

The Phoenix, Huang Jin, stood atop the mountain ridge, her crimson scarf billowing in the cold morning wind. Below her, a mix of rogue Syndicate members and mercenaries listened intently, their faces shadowed by the dim torchlight.

Huang Jin’s voice cut through the chill like a blade. “The Nine Dragons were once unstoppable. Legends that ruled from the shadows. But what are we now?” She paused, scanning the crowd. “Scattered. Weak. Forgotten. That changes today.”

Feng Bao leaned against a stone pillar, his arms crossed, smirking. “Big words, Phoenix. But words won’t win wars.”

Huang Jin’s gaze snapped to him, sharp as steel. “And storms that rage without purpose only destroy themselves, Feng Bao. Are you questioning my leadership?”

He chuckled, stepping forward. “I’m questioning if you have the fire to lead, Huang Jin. Talk is cheap.”

Her lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Then let me show you the cost of underestimating me.”