Rain fell sideways in the Crimson District—not because of wind, but because of a weather curse someone had forgotten to deactivate. Lightning danced like drunken fairies over the rooftops, and the air smelled like burnt herbs and betrayal.
Rico Maldino adjusted the hood of his cloak as he stepped out of the shadows and into the heart of the district. His boots splashed in puddles that hissed with magical residue.
"Are you sure she's here?" Juno asked, walking beside him with her crossbow half-drawn.
"No," Rico said. "But if I were her, I'd be here."
"Remind me what she did the last time she saw you?"
"Broke my ribs with a flaming sword and told me I was 'dramatic.'"
"And you think she'll help us?"
"Absolutely not."
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The Inferno Bar – Midnight
The Inferno Bar was half tavern, half battlefield. Fights broke out every twenty minutes, and sometimes the drinks fought back. Flames flickered from the torches lining the walls, but they weren't just for light — they whispered rumors to those who listened.
And on the upper balcony, leaning against a pillar, sipping from a glowing glass of Hellfire Whiskey… stood Zara Flame.
Long red coat. Crimson eyes. Sword on her back made from the shard of a fallen star. Her hair tied in a loose braid, like she hadn't cared for weeks but still looked perfect.
Rico's heart did a triple backflip, and not in a good way.
"I hate that she still looks that cool," he muttered.
Juno smirked. "I hate that you still care."
He walked up the stairs, boots echoing louder than he liked. Zara turned before he said a word.
"Well, well. If it isn't Rico the Reluctant," she said, voice like velvet over dynamite.
"I go by Rico the Renounced now," he replied.
She rolled her eyes. "You're always renouncing something. What is it this time? Smoking? Crime? Basic hygiene?"
"Varnox."
That one word changed her expression. The smirk dropped, replaced by something sharper.
"Sit," she said.
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A Deal With Fire
"So let me get this straight," Zara said, tapping her glass with a clawed finger. "You picked a fight with the most dangerous magical overlord in the hemisphere…"
"Yup."
"Then blew up his grid, got the Syndicate involved, and possibly triggered a full-scale magical war?"
"Also yes."
She leaned forward. "Why didn't you call me sooner?"
Rico blinked. "Wait, what?"
Zara stood up, cracked her neck, and unsheathed her sword. It shimmered with silver fire and the soft hum of ancient magic.
"I've been dying to wreck something. And I owe Varnox a dismembering or two."
Juno raised a hand. "Hi, I'm Juno. Love your sword. Hate your history with Rico."
"Pleasure," Zara said with a wink. "Let's burn down an empire."
---
Outside the Inferno Bar
They barely made it ten steps before the sky turned blacker than usual and the rain stopped mid-air — frozen in time.
"Uh-oh," Juno said.
Shadows rose from the ground like spilled ink — twisting into humanoid shapes with glowing red eyes.
"The Black Veil," Rico muttered. "Assassins from the Spire."
One stepped forward — taller than the others, wielding twin daggers that pulsed with stolen light.
"You interfered," the assassin said, voice echoing unnaturally. "Now you pay."
Rico pulled out his Boomerang Blades. Juno readied her crossbow. Zara cracked her knuckles.
"Three on ten?" Juno asked. "We've done worse."
"No," Rico said, smirking. "We've done stupider. This'll be fun."
---
The Battle in the Rain
The frozen raindrops shattered like glass as the first strike landed — Zara's sword cleaving through shadow with a shriek of light. Rico's blades danced, striking two assassins and rebounding just as explosions rocked the cobblestones.
Juno vanished into the smoke, reappearing behind a Veil agent and planting a bolt into its neck. "Missed me?"
They fought as one — a chaotic trio of grace, madness, and destruction.
Zara's flames lit up the street like a sunrise made of violence. Rico used a discarded frying pan as a makeshift shield. Juno yelled "Surprise!" every time she shot someone, even when it wasn't surprising.
Within minutes, only the lead assassin remained — blade locked with Rico's.
"You're outnumbered," Rico said. "And frankly, underwhelming."
"You think this ends with me?" the assassin hissed.
"No," Zara said, driving her sword through him. "It ends with us."
The body fell. The sky returned to normal. The rain resumed — softly now, almost peaceful.
Zara wiped her blade. "So, where's the next fight?"
---
Back at the Apartment
The team sat around the table — now slightly scorched from Zara's presence — while Fritz the goblin accountant handed out magical blueprints and powdered doughnuts.
"We're making enemies faster than we're making allies," Juno said.
Fritz chimed in, powdered sugar on his snout. "Public opinion's split. Some see you as heroes. Some say you're lunatics with explosives."
"They're not wrong," Rico muttered.
Juno pointed at a blueprint. "What's this?"
Fritz adjusted his monocle. "This… is The Skyforge. Varnox's newest weapon lab. It floats above the city. Invisible. Mobile. Untouchable."
"Challenge accepted," Zara said.
Rico leaned back. "If we hit that, we send a message."
"More like a flaming middle finger," Juno added.
Zara grinned. "My specialty."
---
Skyforge Infiltration – Later That Night
High above the clouds, The Skyforge hummed with unstable energy. Invisible to the world below, it bristled with wards, traps, and enough magic to vaporize a mountain.
But it didn't expect a flaming meteor to land on it.
Which is what Zara became — after leaping off a Syndicate airship and crashing through the roof.
Rico and Juno followed via enchanted parachutes, landing amid sparks and confusion.
Alarms screamed.
Guards ran.
Zara stood in the wreckage of a lab, sword blazing, hair singed. "Told you I'd make an entrance."
Rico tossed her a mana grenade. "Then make it a bigger one."
---
Skyforge Chaos
They split up.
Juno hacked the central control room, rerouting all security to chase a decoy illusion of Rico doing the worm in a tutu.
Zara set the power core ablaze with white fire, laughing like a war goddess.
Rico planted explosives along the arcane generators, all while humming the theme from an old cartoon he couldn't remember the name of.
"Ten seconds!" Juno shouted.
They regrouped at the extraction point — a hover platform stolen from a passing courier.
As the Skyforge exploded behind them, Rico turned to Zara.
"I missed this," he said.
Zara raised an eyebrow. "Explosions or me?"
"…Yes."
---
Back at Base – Planning the Endgame
The Syndicate, Xiao's mercenaries, and a small army of misfit rebels gathered in the abandoned theater Rico had claimed as HQ. Maps filled the walls. Supplies filled the aisles. And Rico stood center stage.
"This is it," he said. "Varnox is losing control. We've rattled his empire."
Juno added, "He's desperate now. That makes him dangerous."
Zara leaned against the wall, sharpening her sword. "Good. Let's give him a reason to be scared."
Rico looked around the room. Misfits. Outlaws. Rogues. Legends.
"Tomorrow," he said, "we march on the Spire."
And for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel like a drug lord.
He felt like a leader.