A Moment of Peace

For the first time in years, the city of San Track didn't feel like a battlefield.

The sun rose gently over the rooftops, casting golden light across the streets. No sirens. No gunshots. Just life.

And at the heart of it, Kelin and Celin walked freely—no more hiding.

After escaping war, betrayal, and prison, the two brothers finally got the chance to live.

They wore clean clothes, rode around town in a black-tinted car, and checked into one of the best hotels in San Track—Sky Royal Suites.

They walked into the lobby like kings, the staff bowing, unaware of who they truly were.

Kelin looked around and whispered to Celin:

"We used to sleep in the street. Now look where we are."

Celin chuckled, "I didn't even remember how a soft bed felt."

In their hotel suite—marble floors, wide windows, fresh food on silver trays—they finally sat face-to-face with peace.

They talked for hours.

About their childhood.

About Felin, their father.

About the day everything went dark.

Celin looked out at the glowing city lights and said quietly:

"I missed this.

The lights. The laughter. The smell of real food.

But most of all… I missed hearing your voice, Kelin."

Kelin nodded slowly.

"I missed too much to count. But you're here now. That's all that matters."

Later that night, they walked through the city streets.

They bought street food, danced with local crowds, and even rode the giant neon Ferris wheel overlooking San Track.

Celin raised his phone and snapped a photo of the view.

"This right here," he said, "is what we were fighting for."

"Freedom. Not revenge."

Kelin smiled.

"Maybe we can finally have both."

But in the Shadows…

Far away in San-Jamb, a Red Cult informant watched them through a hacked camera feed.

He pressed a button and sent a message:

TARGETS FOUND: KELIN & CELIN. LOCATION — SAN TRACK.