The wind whipped through Anya's hair, carrying the faint scent of rain and the distant hum of the city waking up. The rooftop, still echoing with the ghosts of the previous night's battle, became a makeshift sanctuary where they pieced together the fragments of their victory.
The Phoenix core, its secrets unleashed, pulsed with an ethereal glow in the morning light. Ethan, his eyes wide with revelation, traced the data streams with his fingers, deciphering their intricate patterns. Maya, her face still drawn with grief but hardened with resolve, tapped into her network, searching for any trace of the hidden enemy.
