The corridors of Sterling Tower were no longer just battlefields—they were shifting chessboards, each step measured, each motion calculated. Upstairs, the twins moved like shadows, anticipating every strike, every feint, every calculated chaos Lucian sent their way. Yet the storm below the penthouse was changing the rules of the fight in ways they couldn’t see.

Ares felt it first—a subtle vibration, almost imperceptible, running through the building. Not structural, not mechanical, ...