The city of Los Angeles glowed like a sea of stars below as the night grew deeper. Luka, standing by the window with a glass of bourbon, watched the quiet energy pulsing through the city, the amber liquid in his glass reflecting the soft room light. Thersia was sleeping on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, with a gentle smile on her face as she dreamed. Luka sipped his drink, feeling the warmth spread through him as he looked out at the city he had taken over. The city was like a playground to him, showing his strength and influence. However, at this moment, Luka, bearing the burden of the world, experienced an unusual feeling of vulnerability. The day had been flawless - almost suspiciously so. It was the type of day that caused someone like him to question when things would go wrong. He
