Dawn of the New

The city stood in eerie quiet. For the first time in years, the usual hum of life seemed muted, almost as if the earth itself were catching its breath. The central hub, the beating heart of the Syndicate’s control, was crumbling. The power that had gripped the nation and its surrounding territories for decades was slipping away, piece by piece.

Bintang stood on the balcony of the Fallen Tower, staring out over the city. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more chaotic than the next. The shutdown protocol had worked, but at a cost. He had severed the Syndicate’s control over the grid, but what would fill the void left behind? Could they ever truly erase the shadows cast by the Nine Dragons?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. He didn’t need to turn around. He knew who it was.

“You did it,” Sebastian’s voice was hoarse but filled with admiration. “You really did it, Bintang.”