Silence.
That was the first thing Leon noticed when he opened his eyes.
Not the hum of machines. Not the static hiss of the System. Just silence.
A strange peace lay over the ruins of the Archive.
The once-raging storm had vanished. The air was clear, weightless, almost soft. Leon lay on what used to be the central floor—now reduced to a crater of cracked steel and molten glass. Blue sparks flickered faintly around him, the dying remnants of his power.
For a long moment, he didn’t move.
He couldn’t tell if he was still alive.
Then he heard a faint sound—breathing.
Not his. Someone else’s.
“Kiera…” His voice came out hoarse, broken.
She was there, kneeling beside him, blood and ash streaking her face. Her armor was half melted, her hair burned at the ends, but her eyes—those fierc
