Lucien stood in his mountain compound, wine in hand, watching satellites track his enemies fall.
He never noticed the silent signal—until it was too late.
Deep below his throne, steel doors hissed open.
Elira walked in first.
Then Sienna.
He rose slowly, eyes wide. "You found each other."
"No," Sienna said, raising her pistol. "We chose each other."
"You've become exactly what I wanted."
She laughed.
"No. I became what you feared."
Lucien reached for his panic button—too late.
Nico's bullet shattered the console. Colson's team cut the power.
Sienna stepped forward.
"You taught me how to survive," she said. "Now I'll teach you what it means to lose."
Elira tossed the detonator to the floor.
Lucien stared. "You'd destroy everything?"
"No," Elira whispered. "Just you."
Sienna turned away as the charges lit.
They walked out together—sisters.
Behind them, the throne exploded.
The mountain burned.
By dawn, the world knew the truth.
Ember was gone.
Sienna Raye disappeared into shadow again.
Elira became a ghost story whispered through what was left of the intelligence world.
And Lucien Raye?
Just ashes.
But in the wind, on some nights, when the fires rise—
You might hear a voice say:
"She was born in the fire. And she set the world free."