The air felt different today, as if the city itself were holding its breath. The events of the past weeks had shaken the foundations of everything they knew. The Syndicate had fallen, but the vacuum they left behind was filling fast. The Phoenix, Heru’s dark legacy, lingered on, a shadow they couldn’t quite outrun. And somewhere in the ruins of power, Mei Ling was making her move.
Bintang stood before the vast window of his apartment, watching the pulse of Jakarta below him. The city had always been a reflection of his struggle: a place of contrasts, of light and darkness, of life and decay. But today, it felt heavier than usual, like the weight of the world was pressing in on all sides.
"Have you heard from Zara?" Sebastian’s voice broke the silence, pulling Bintang from his thoughts.