Few days later—The skyline of Harmonfield was veiled in smog, the air buzzing with static from overloaded grids. Sirens wailed in the distance—relentless, chaotic. The smell of burnt metal and chemicals clung to everything.
Jack Parker stood atop the eastern ridge overlooking the city. Beside him, Sarah wiped ash from her face, while Emily pulled her coat tighter against the biting wind. Lisbon felt a world away now.
They’d landed in Harmonfield at dawn. Two commercial flights, one forged identity, three lives rewritten on paper. But no amount of disguise could hide the target on Jack’s back. Or the fire in his veins.
The Dragon’s Mark glowed faintly through his bandages.
Sarah stared down at the chaos blooming below. “It's started.”
Jack nodded grimly. “He’s not just punishing us. He
