The city skyline glimmered under the afternoon sun as Arga and Vania entered the glass-walled conference room. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Today, they weren’t hiding. Today, they were taking a stand.

“Are you sure about this?” Vania asked, her fingers gripping her notes tightly. She avoided Arga’s eyes for a moment, nerves prickling her skin.

Arga placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure. We’ve been running for too long. It’s time the world knows the truth. Devandra won’t control us anymore.”

Vania exhaled, a mixture of relief and fear. “Okay… let’s do this. Let’s finally put everything on the table.”

The press had...