The fire‑gaggers, now calm, pulsed with a soft amber light, as if acknowledging their new owners. The crew slipped back into the night, the city’s neon lights reflecting off the gleaming daggers in Jada’s satchel. Back in the ghetto’s dim alleys, the crew celebrated with a modest feast. The fire‑gaggers would soon fetch a fortune on the black market, but for Jada, the real prize was the thrill of outsmarting the and proving that even in the darkest corners of the city, a spark of ingenuity could light the way.