Chapter 75 – The War Ends, But Not the Story
****Isabelle’s POV****
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The first thing I noticed was the silence.
Not the kind of silence that’s just an absence of sound, but the heavy kind—dense, pressing, like the air itself has weight. After months of gunfire, shouts, and the constant thrum of fear in my chest, the quiet felt almost… wrong.
Peace, they said. That’s what this was supposed to be.
I stood in the middle of what used to be the Raze estate, my boots crunching over the broken glass that littered the once-polished marble floors. The chandeliers were gone, the paintings burned or torn from their frames, the grand staircase marred with deep gouges where someone had taken an axe to the banister. The smell of smoke still lingered in the walls.
Victor’s empire had been disma
