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Chapter 175: Could This Be the End?
The rain pounded against the broken concrete like the drums of a gathering storm. Jackson’s lungs burned as he drew in one more ragged breath, eyes locked on Trey’s silhouette through the blur of wind and rising steam. All around them, the city seemed to hold its breath like a battlefield, soaked in shadows and the bitter heat of power colliding.Trey lunged, silver flames roaring along his arms. Jackson met him head-on, the Flameborn mark on his palm blazing brighter than it ever had. He could feel the difference this time — no hesitation, no fear of what he might become if he let it all in. He gave himself over to it, feeling the living fire burn through every muscle, every nerve, until he was the flame and the flame was him.They clashed in a violent dance of light and shadow, a brutal ballet of fists and sparks. Concrete cracked under their feet. Broken beams splintered like twigs. For every strike Trey landed, Jackson answered with ten more — a rising tide of heat that forced the
Chapter 174: Threads Unravel!
Mr. Copper's face was held in surprise as he kept refreshing his tracking device yet all he could see was the single, accusing status line blinking back at him from Jackson’s encrypted satellite tracker: OFFLINE.He had tried every protocol. He had run every redundant channel Whitaker’s paranoid network had buried into Sky Tower’s steel bones. Jackson’s private line — dead. His emergency line — dead. The secure CIA fallback — unresponsive. Even the frequency used one met with nothing but sterile static.Jackson Hart never switched off. Never.Copper’s fist came down on the edge of the polished desk, a dull thud echoing across the hush. His reflection in the black screen glared back at him as he kept wondering where he could have been that had suddenly made him unreachable.He turned back to the surveillance wall. Jackson’s suite — undisturbed, shadows lying long and still across the leather couch where the blanket sat untouched.It was like the heart of Sky Tower had simply gone silen
Chapter 173: Sleeping Bargains!
Evans stood by the rusted gate of the abandoned industrial yard, his silhouette framed in the weak spill of light from flickering lamps strung along the perimeter. Beyond him, the old cars and derelict platforms loomed like silent witnesses to the betrayal unfolding under the open night.He made no move to hide his presence — if anything, he wanted them to see him first. His hands rested calmly on the roof of his battered sedan, the backseat door cracked just enough to hint at the unmoving shape inside.When the metal gate creaked open, the Crescent Order stepped out in cautious clusters — dark coats, hoods, eyes glittering in the half-light. Trey emerged first, silver-eyed and rigid, shadows curling around him like an aura of cold fire. Beside him, Tyler was pushed forward roughly by one of the Order’s enforcers, wrists bound, lip split but eyes still defiant.Then came the Leader, calm in his silence, his gloved hands folded neatly behind his back as he approached Evans with measure
Chapter 172: The Price of Fire!
Trey’s words seemed to echo through the shadowed room, the walls of the abandoned observatory catching every syllable and sending it back in a thousand whispers. Tyler stared at him, then at the figures behind — the Crescent Order, silent as statues, their faces hidden behind masks etched with runes that seemed to flicker in the torchlight.Trey’s grin was wolfish, but there was no warmth in it.“Jackson Hart isn’t just some billionaire’s kid with an attitude, Tyler,” Trey said, his voice a low rasp that coiled like smoke in the stale air. “He carries the Flameborn, a power older than crowns and kings, older than the empires that fell trying to control it. With it, he’s nearly untouchable.”Tyler shifted, his throat tight. “What the hell does that have to do with me? You dragged me down here to tell me a ghost story?”Trey chuckled, the sound coming off like mockery. “Not a ghost story. A plan. See, I was chosen too, Tyler. Chosen by the Silver Phoenix — the only thing that can match
Chapter 171: The Orb and the Trap!
The old parking structure just off East Orlin Street was a far cry from the bright glass corridors of Sky Tower. Flickering fluorescent bulbs cast trembling shadows across cracked concrete pillars. The city’s hum felt distant here — like a world holding its breath.Jackson leaned against the hood of his car, his coat drawn tight against the biting wind. His mind buzzed with the anonymous caller's threats, Bella’s absence, and the burn of the Flameborn deep in his chest — a heartbeat that refused to settle.Footsteps echoed through the structure. Jackson looked up to see Evans striding out of the gloom, collar turned up, eyes scanning the empty levels behind him before settling on Jackson.“Evans.” Jackson straightened, his voice low but tense. “What have you got?”Evans came to a stop in front of him, dropping his satchel on the hood with a dull thud. He looked tired — more worn than Jackson had ever seen him — but there was steel in his eyes that hadn’t dulled one bit.“Director Whit
Chapter 170: Fractures and Hope!
Jackson sat alone by the wide glass windows in his private study at Sky Tower, as Mr. Copper's revelation kept tugging at the back of his mind.There was still a possibility that his mother could still be alive. The corpse was never recovered and that was something to hold on to as a bacon of hope.Growing up without a mother hadn't been easy and now that he knew she could still be alive, even if the possibility is as close to uncertainty as it sounded, he still believed he could hope that at least, fate would give him just one more opportunity to see his mother.He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the muted reflection of himself — a man with too many ghosts and not enough time to bury them all. His father’s empire, Trey’s threat, the Phoenix hunting his friends, the watchers from overseas — and now, the possibility that somewhere in the ashes of the past, his mother’s shadow still lingered.He let out a tired breath, trying to anchor himself in the only thing that felt solid r
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