The night was thick and heavy when whispers of treachery began to spread through the underbelly of the city. Rumors of a traitor within Badburn reached Jeydons ears like a sharp dagger slicing through the stillness.

Trust was their greatest weapon but now, it was also their greatest vulnerability.

Jeydon gathered the core warriors in their secret hideout, a dimly lit room filled with echoes of past battles and silent promises.

Someone here walks with two faces, Jeydon said, his voice low but fierce. They seek to tear us apart from within.

Eyes darted nervously. Each man questioned the other. Bonds forged in fire began to crack under the weight of suspicion.

RB's unconscious body lay in a nearby clinic, a painful reminder of the cost of loyalty and deception.

Kiro stood silently, his multi-colored dragon tattoo pulsing faintly in the dim light. Though young, his resolve hardened like tempered steel. He would prove his loyalty with blood if he had to.

Meanwhile, across the city, a shadowy figure moved with purpose one of Badburns own, feeding information to their enemies. This traitors actions would soon bring devastation that none could have foreseen.

Badburns ranks were shaken but not shattered.

Jeydons voice rang out amid the chaos, We fight the enemy outside, and the traitor inside. But we do not falter. We are BADBURN united by fire, tempered by steel.