Her Final Order

Helion's strength seemed to drain away all at once.

The hand he had propped on the back of the sofa fell limply, and he slumped forward onto the coffee table, his gaze fixed on Lyra.

Her face, so precise and breathtaking, was like staring into the sun—painful, yet impossible to look away from.

Finally, his voice broke through the silence, raw and pleading. "Let me hold you. Just once. I've lost my superpower, and this might be the last time we see each other."

Lyra didn't react to his desperation. Instead, she responded with chilling composure. "I've arranged a 30-million compensation package for you through the LE Veteran Fund. Do you want the money, or do you want a hug?"

Helion froze, her words cutting deeper than any rejection. His sorrow twisted into a bitter laugh. "You really know how to kill a moment."

"This is reality," Lyra replied, her tone devoid of emotion.