The corridors of Sterling Tower were eerily silent in the aftermath of the storm. Lucian’s men, once a relentless wave of precision and terror, now lay scattered, defeated, or bound in tight handcuffs. Each soldier had fallen to the combined force of Helena’s strategic command and the twins’ deadly precision, with subtle guidance from the unseen eye in the penthouse basement.

Ares and Atlas moved through the corridors with lethal calm, systematically subduing any remaining resistance. ...