Chapter 30 Sinderella
- A month later, the city had learned how to breathe again.
- Not easily. Not without scars. But the frantic edge had dulled, the sirens had faded into background noise, and the skyline no longer felt like it was bracing for impact. Empires had fallen, names had been burned clean off buildings, and power had rearranged itself quietly—like furniture moved in the dark.
- Milady Volkova stood at the center of it now.