The dust settled for a long time, almost as though the earth needed that time itself to exhale from the violent winds of the storm. A symbol of the chaos which had unfolded in the past few days, the once-vibrant safehouse lay in ruin. The Syndicate's empire had fallen to wreckage around them, and its soldiers lay hunted and broke. The battle was over, but the true toll of the victory would only begin to unfold.
James left the wreckage behind and took the heat from the fight out of his chest. His clothes were tattered, his face smeared with dirt and blood, but the fire in his eyes had not dimmed. They had defeated Voss and broken the Syndicate, but what now?
Lina walked over, taking careful steps like she could hardly believe the weight of what had just happened. She looked tired, but her
