The morning sun filtered through the thin white curtains of Silas' room, casting golden streaks across the polished wooden floors.
He stood by the window, staring out at the now lively and bustling streets of Caracas. The city was alive with energy.
It had been a few days since his second evolution, and the relentless work of rebuilding Venezuela into a shining beacon of hope had left him longing for a breath of freedom.
Silas had always loved traveling—exploring new places, immersing himself in unfamiliar cultures, and meeting people who saw the world differently. It was something that he had always wanted to do after before he got the system.
Now, with the weight of his enhanced powers and growing influence, the thought of reconnecting with the world on a personal level felt almost... necessary.
