“You ruined everything,” Celeste whispered, her voice laced with poison as the agents began leading her toward the elevator.

Claire looked at her quietly, her expression calm, composed, and unbothered.

“You ruined yourselves the moment you decided to build your empire on the destruction of others,” Claire replied smoothly. “I simply made sure the world saw the truth.”

As the elevator doors closed behind them, taking away the noise, the greed, and the cruelty that had filled the room, Claire stood alone in the quiet penthouse. She picked up her coat, stepped over the torn pieces of the veil, and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing skyline of the city. For the first time in two years, the weight of the mask was gone, leaving only the calm certainty of a victory earned in silence.