The quiet after the storm was unsettling. The complex lay in ruins, Julian Cross neutralized, and The Order finally dismantled. Lysander and Kylie stood amidst the wreckage, breathing in the cold night air, their eyes scanning the remains of the battle. The sense of relief was palpable, but it was fleeting. In this world, peace was a temporary illusion, one that could vanish as quickly as it came.

As dawn broke over the horizon, the city seemed to stir with a new energy, yet a shadow ...