Seoul burned.

Not from flames, but from chaos. That night, over a dozen controlled zones across the city erupted in synchronized unrest. Storefronts shattered. Fights broke out. Sirens screamed through the alleys.

And from the shadows, masked figures watched.

Phase Two had begun.

Rae ducked behind an overturned vendor cart as a stun grenade cracked against the pavement nearby.

“Rin, I need eyes—where’s it coming from?”

Rin, perched on a rooftop with a tactical scope, replied, “South alley. Three operators. Same uniforms we saw in Busan.”

“Got it.” Rae sprinted, vaulting debris, her body a blur of silver-tinged power.

She hit the first attacker with a sweeping leg strike and caught the second mid-lunge. The third tried to flee, but Rin dropped in like a hawk and pinned him.

“You’re not running,” Rin growled. “Talk.”

He spat blood and smirked. “Too late. The city’s already lit.”

Back at the command van, Ji Woo and Bong Soon coordinated with emergency services. Live footage from across Seoul showed rising tension—confusion turning into panic, fear turning into violence.

“They’ve hacked into emotional-response channels,” Ji Woo said. “Using ultrasonic resonators tied to key stress zones.”

Bong Soon frowned. “They’re not just triggering aggression. They’re making it viral.”

Meanwhile, Seo Jin watched from a high-rise rooftop in Busan, surrounded by laptops and signal towers.

One of her agents approached. “We lost Zone 7. The Do sisters intervened.”

Seo Jin exhaled slowly. “Expected. Adjust signal matrix and reroute to Incheon. They’ll spread themselves thin. That’s when we strike the heart.”

Back on the ground, Rae and Rin regrouped with their team. The city’s air buzzed with tension.

“This was never about brute force,” Rin said. “They’re playing chess, and we’re late to the board.”

Rae narrowed her eyes. “Then let’s flip the board.”

They stared at the skyline, dark and flickering.

It was time to take the fight to the signal.