The sun had set, casting a soft golden hue over the city. Malia stood by the window in her apartment, gazing out at the skyline. The towering buildings seemed to hum with life, but in the stillness of her apartment, there was an overwhelming sense of calm. It was rare for her to feel this peaceful—most days, she was consumed by the weight of responsibilities, by the pressure to rebuild and restore everything that had been shattered. But tonight, for the first time in a long while, she felt a quiet sense of contentment.
It had been weeks since the chaos of the summit, since the fall of Evelyn and the aftermath that had followed. Malia and Nixus had thrown themselves into their work, determined to fix what had been broken, to regain control of the business, and to build something stronger. It was a fight that had taken everything from them, but it had also brought them closer, forged a bond that was unshakeable.