The citys neon lights flickered through the rain, reflecting the storm brewing inside Jeydon. The betrayal had shaken Badburn, but it also ignited a fury within him that could no longer be contained.

At the heart of the hideout, Jeydon paced back and forth, his dragon tattoo shifting colors glowing now with a fiery gold and intense blue, mirroring the rage and pain he felt. The dragons eyes seemed alive, burning with a fierce determination.

Meanwhile, word of RB's hospitalization spread quickly. The wound from the baseball bat strike had left him unconscious, trapped in a coma. His breathing machines hissed softly, the steady beep of monitors filling the sterile hospital room.

Jeydons youngest brother, Kiro, stood beside the hospital bed, his face a mask of anger and heartbreak. The usually cheerful boy had changed overnight hardened by the violence that had nearly stolen the one person who had always protected him.

Kiro's tattoo, once plain, began to shift in the quiet hospital room, colors melding into a unique blend of gold, black, white, red, and blue unlike any seen before in Badburn. It was as if the spirit of the dragon itself had chosen him, marking him for a destiny far beyond his years.

Back at the hideout, RBs closest friend and second founder of Badburn, stepped forward. It was RB himself who had once been the light in the darkest moments, and now Jeydon took his place, his power growing with every heartbeat.

The city trembled as the Badburn warriors prepared for the inevitable. New threats loomed on the horizon, but none would break their unity.