Perfect for mature young adult and adult readers drawn to deep fantasy, spiritual conflict, and psychological warfare.Pyrrha is burning. And yet it always has been.In this second volume of The Ashes of Ira, the fires of revolt are not born of clarity, but confusion. They call it revolution, but it is only memory catching fire. A city alive with trauma, repressed and recycled. The people rise not because they understand, but because their bones do. Because the smoke above them smells like an old grief returning.False flag attacks strike the megacity with precision. The elite blame ghosts, but those ghosts wear uniforms. Those ghosts write laws. Outside Pyrrha, in the occupied lands of Phalaistin, whispers of war become chants. Bloodied soil remembers every betrayal, and now the past comes marching back with armies dressed in prophecy and propaganda. The streets rumble. The people chant freedom. But whose? And at what cost?This volume is split between two burning horizons. On one side, Phalaistin prepares to resist what it has never fully recovered from. On the other, within Pyrrha's brutal arenas, gladiators descend into the Tournament of Wrath. They enter not as warriors, but as weapons. Tools for a city that craves spectacle to silence truth.Toren and Sera return, their scars deepened, their souls pulled toward destinies they never chose. The tournament is not sport. It is ritual. Each strike in the sand echoes a larger war being waged in silence. Behind the spectacle, shadow alliances form. Forgotten tribes stir. Myths breathe beneath the ash.The city's towers may rise, but its foundations scream.Through hallucinated memories, ancestral hauntings, and the unrelenting machinery of control, Volume II explores the cost of inherited rage. What does it mean when even your revolution is orchestrated? When the ghosts you fight wear your face?This is not a book about victory. It is a book about ignition. About reckoning.The fire was never a choice. But what it consumes, and what survives it, is.In Pyrrha, even the ashes have secrets. And they are finally beginning to speak.