As dawn broke over the city, Jackson and Alyssa stood atop the highest building they could find, skyline stretching endlessly, neon fading into gold. “The fire isn’t reckless anymore,” Alyssa said. “It’s under your control.” Jackson felt the warmth inside, tempered, precise, alive with possibility. “It creates, protects, and guides,” he replied. The city remained unpredictable, chaotic, and dangerous, yet Jackson felt prepared. The fire within would always burn, but it would never consume him. Mastery was complete, but the journey continued.
And as the sun rose, casting golden light across buildings and streets, Jackson knew that he was ready—not just for competition, not just for life in the underground, but for everything the world might throw at him. He had mastered the fire. He had become unstoppable.
