The horizon was painted in soft shades of gold and crimson, the setting sun casting its final rays across the bustling city. Jhon Gray stood silently by the large glass window of his penthouse, his sharp eyes surveying the scene below. From this height, the world seemed calm—a peaceful facade masking the storm that churned just beneath the surface.
He took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his chest tighten. The confrontation with Viktor Lang had been a victory, but not without cost. The Apex Alliance's silence since that day was not one of surrender. Jhon knew better. This was the quiet before the counterstrike, a calculated pause in which Lang and his allies were undoubtedly plotting their next move.
