Malia stood by the window of her office, gazing out at the city lights flickering below. The streets were alive with movement, the hum of life a stark contrast to the quiet in her own heart. The battle was over. Selene was gone, her influence shattered, her schemes laid bare for all to see. Malia had emerged victorious, but the victory felt hollow. There was no satisfaction, no sense of relief, just a lingering emptiness she couldn't shake.
The weight of the past few months had taken its toll on her. She had fought, clawed her way through a storm of manipulation, deceit, and betrayal. But now that the dust had settled, there was nothing left to fight for. The business was hers, the future was secure, and yet... she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
She thought of Nixus.
