The morning sun was a pale glow behind thick clouds as Elena stepped onto the balcony overlooking the estate. The weight of recent betrayals pressed heavily on her chest, but there was no time to dwell. The war was far from over.

Enzo approached silently, his presence both a comfort and a challenge. “You look like you’re carrying the whole world.”

She turned to face him, eyes sharp. “Maybe I am.”

He reached for her hand, his grip firm. “You don’t have to. Not alone.”

Their shared glance held a promise—a silent vow forged in fire and blood.

Later, in the underground command room, the team gathered around a glowing...