The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of rain-soaked streets and freshly blooming flowers. The city had survived the night, and in its quiet aftermath, Justina felt a strange serenity she hadn’t known in years. Every light flickered like a heartbeat, every shadow whispered stories of battles fought and lost but mostly, of battles won.

She walked along the penthouse terrace, heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her gaze sweeping across the skyline. Carson followed, silent, a ...