The first light of 1896 brought clarity. Jonathan stood atop Windgrave's highest tower, the city sprawling beneath him. The enemy was formidable, patient, and cunning, but he had grown as well. Hamon pulsed through him, a testament to years of training, battles, and unyielding will.
Reports arrived of coordinated strikes elsewhere—Windgrave was only a piece of the enemy's plan. Jonathan knew that the next year would be decisive. He spent the day preparing, devising strategies, and fortifying the estate. Every ally was briefed, every trap set, and every line of defense strengthened.
By nightfall, Jonathan's resolve burned brighter than ever. He had faced deception, betrayal, and relentless attack. Yet as the stars shimmered over the city, he understood one truth: the Jorwick legacy would endure, and its heir would stand unwavering. Whatever the enemy had planned for the coming years, Jonathan would be ready.