Bintang stepped out of the control room, the weight of the Dragon Crown growing heavier by the second. He could feel the city’s pulse around him—chaotic, broken, on the edge of collapse. The streets were flooded with chaos. People were running, panicking, unsure of what had just happened. The collapse of Heru's systems had left a hole in the fabric of society, and now, the power vacuum was being filled by an unpredictable force.
In the distance, the flickering lights of the bio-soldiers’ march grew louder, their movements erratic, guided by the last vestiges of Heru’s twisted will. Even though Heru was dead, his influence still clung to the world. The Phoenix was not gone—it had simply adapted, taken on a new form.
The ground beneath Bintang’s feet rumbled again, but this time, it wasn’t just the aftershock of Heru’s death. This was something more—something more insidious.