The meeting ended, but the war had only begun.
The Council was divided—some feared Vincent and Anastasia, while others saw potential in them. But none of them could deny the truth.
These two were no longer rising powers.
They were already at the top.
And as they left the chamber, walking side by side, Vincent glanced at Anastasia with a smirk.
"Well, that went well."
Anastasia chuckled, slipping her hand into his. "Yes. And now…"
Her voice was soft, but the meaning behind it was anything but.
"…it's time to remind the world who really holds the power."
And with that, they stepped into the future.
A future that belonged only to them.