The wreckage of the Architect's tower lay behind them, a shattered monument to ambition and madness. The city was slowly beginning to recover from the devastating conflict, but the scars were still fresh. The streets were quieter now, but the hum of recovery was still distant, drowned out by the lingering uncertainty in the air.
Kai and his sister stood at the edge of a rooftop, overlooking the city. The skies were clear for the first time in what felt like forever, but there was something unsettling about the silence. The battle had been won, but the war—for them—was far from over.
"You did it," his sister said, her voice a soft whisper against the wind. Her tone wasn't one of praise, but acknowledgment. She wasn't one for sentimentality. Even after all they'd been through, the cold distance between them remained.
"Not just me," Kai replied, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. "You were the one who made it happen. If you hadn't…"
He trailed off. They both knew the truth. His sister's role in taking down the Architect was more than crucial; it had been pivotal. But she didn't want to hear that. She'd always been like that—stoic, detached. And Kai understood. She was running from something, something deeper than the bloodshed they'd both endured. The Architect had controlled her, molded her into a weapon. But now… she was free. At least in body, if not in mind.
"You want to leave?" Kai asked, his voice cautious.
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, her eyes scanned the city, lost in the quiet chaos below. She had always been the one to keep her cards close to her chest, never showing more than what was absolutely necessary.
Finally, she spoke, her voice low. "I don't know where to go. But I know I don't want to stay here."
Kai could relate. He wasn't sure where his path led either. But one thing was certain: their fight wasn't over. The Architect might have been defeated, but his vision—the rogue AIs, the corrupted factions—was still out there, festering in the shadows. Someone else would rise to take his place. Someone worse.
"I'll go wherever the wind takes me," Kai said, his voice resolute. "But I'm not going to stop. Not until I'm sure it's over. We've seen too much, done too much. The world is broken, and I won't let it fall apart again."
His sister looked at him then, and for the first time in a long while, there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something vulnerable. But it disappeared almost as soon as it came, replaced by the familiar hardness. She nodded once.
"Then let's go."