The Badburn gang decided to take a brief respite from the chaos by retreating to a private resortone owned by an ally who owed RB a life debt. It was a rare moment of peace after relentless battles and heartbreaks. They laughed, swam, and bonded, each member hoping to reclaim a sliver of normalcy in their tumultuous lives.

But peace was never meant to last.

Elsewhere...

In the cold silence of the underground clinic, the air was still. Only the soft beeping of heart monitors gave any sign of life. Machines tracked the fragile condition of one of Badburn’s founders.

RB.

Unmoving. Silent. Until

His fingers twitched.

Beside him sat Dr. Valdez, hunched over his file, exhaustion in her eyes. The monitor spiked. Her eyes widened.

"RB...?" she whispered.

His eyes opened.

Confusion, then sharp awareness. He looked around. "Where... am I?"

Dr. Valdez quickly steadied him. "You've been in a coma. Three weeks. You were attacked a baseball bat to the head. You’re lucky to be alive."

RB sat still, breathing ragged. Flashes returned. The ambush. Screams. Kiro. Jeydon. Blood.

"Are they okay?" he asked, his voice low.

"They're alive. But things have changed. The war hasn't stopped. Jeydon and Kiro are outnumbered as we speak."

RB clenched his jaw. Suddenly, he groaned and held his back.

A burning sensation.

Not pain. Power.

He staggered to a nearby mirror, ripping off his gown. His eyes widened.

His dragon tattoo once black and silver now glowed with deep blue, burning red, streaks of white, gold, and black. The same rare mix seen only on Jeydon and Kiro.

"The mark of the true leader," Dr. Valdez whispered. "The dragon has accepted you."

RB looked at her, eyes blazing. "No. It's been there all along. It's just... awake now."

He turned, fists tightening. "Prep me. I need gear."

Later that night…

A deep, thunderous roar echoed through the battlefield not a scream, not a weapon but the growl of an approaching motorcycle engine.

From the far end of the burning resort, a sleek matteblack motorcycle tore through the chaos, its wheels skimming over shattered tiles and debris. The rider was a shadow with glowing eyes, cutting through the storm of violence like a ghost born of fire and vengeance.

The entire battlefield froze. Badburn and their enemies alike turned their heads, confused, unsure whether to strike or stare.

The motorcycle drifted into a controlled spin, screeching to a halt between both factions.

The rider dismounted slowly.

Boots hit the ground with a heavy thud. Dust and smoke parted around him like the world itself was bowing to his arrival.

Then he looked up.

Clad in a tactical armorjacket with red and blue accents glowing faintly through the ash, and a fullface mask split in swirling crimson and cobalt the warrior stood in silence.

It was RB.

Clad in a tactical armorjacket, jet black with dark grey panelling. Red and blue accents pulsed with every movement, echoing flame and shadow. The back of the jacket bore a metallic dragon emblem, as if it was forged from fire itself.

But the mask

Fullface. Split design swirling blue and red. Eyes glowing deep crimson, piercing through the chaos. A mysterious warrior.

Kiro paused. "Who the hell...?"

Jeydon narrowed his eyes.

The figure didn’t speak.

Then, he moved.

Lightningfast.

First enemy one punch. Gone. Second elbow to the jaw. Out cold. Third a sweeping kick, one motion, spine to stone.

Badburn froze.

Every fighter stopped midbattle. Watching. Stunned.

"Is that... a ghost?" Blitz murmured.

Enemies tried to overwhelm him. Ten. Maybe fifteen. None stood for more than a second.

It was surgical. It was savage. It was RB.

But they didn’t know that yet.

Then came the moment.

The masked figure pulled off his jacket, revealing a glowing, living dragon across his back the rare color blend only two others had.

Jeydon blinked. "...No way."

RB pulled off the mask.

Smirked.

"Miss me?"

Kiro laughed, almost tearfully. "I knew it!"

Jeydon grinned. "You show off."

RB stepped forward, standing beside them.

He glanced at Jeydon and Kiro, a fierce smile tugging at his lips. "You thought I was done? Nah. I’m just getting started."

The ground trembled as another wave of enemies rushed toward them.

Jeydon cracked his knuckles. "Let’s finish this."

Kiro raised his fist, his dragon tattoo glowing. "Together."

The three of them charged into battle side by side, their dragons blazing across their backs in perfect unison red, blue, black, gold, and white.