They rose from the Drowned Quarter to bring the Spire to its knees, trading their humanity for a throne of cold steel and burning circuitry. In the final, crimson haze of a cybernetic collapse, they carved a path through the Board’s elite to ensure their legacy would outlive their pulse. They died as they lived: a blur of monofilament and defiance, leaving Neo-Kowloon to smolder in the wake of their ascension.