The rain had stopped by the time the black SUVs pulled into the underground garage of Eclipse Headquarters, but the smell of ozone, wet asphalt, and copper still clung to them like a second skin.

Jeon Jungkook stepped out of the vehicle, his boots hitting the concrete with a heavy, definitive thud. The Incheon Port was ashes. The Southern Factions had been gutted, their men drowned in the dark waters or left bleeding out among the shipping containers. It should have felt like a victory. It should have felt like the definitive end to the disrespect that had been festering in his ranks since he ripped Kang Dae-jung’s throat out in the Velvet Abyss.