Isabelle’s POV

War was no longer a distant threat.

It was here.

And I was walking straight into it.

I had spent years rebuilding myself. I had spent years surviving, learning, waiting.

Now, I had one goal.

To end this.

To end them.

I sat in my office, the city lights glowing behind me, the weight of my past and my present pressing down on my shoulders. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the wooden desk, my mind calculating every possible outcome.

Kaia wasn’t going to stop. ...