The world seemed quieter now, almost too quiet. The chaos of the last few months, the high-stakes battles, the emotional rollercoaster—everything had come crashing down, leaving only a heavy silence in its wake. Malia stood at the window of her apartment, looking out at the skyline of the city she had once felt so connected to. Now, everything seemed different. There was a weight to the quiet, a tension in the stillness.
Selene was gone. Her empire of lies, manipulation, and control had crumbled, and Malia had emerged victorious. But even with that victory, she still felt unsettled, like the ground beneath her feet was no longer solid.
