The city never stopped moving. The streets were always full of noise, always full of people trying to survive, trying to make something of themselves. But for Aaron, Matt, and Leon, the world felt different now. They had walked through hell, and they had come out the other side—broken, bruised, but alive.
Aaron stood on a rooftop, looking down at the city below. It was quiet tonight. The storm had passed, but the wreckage was everywhere. The empire Bishop had built was gone, but the city still bled. It was a different city than the one they had come to destroy, but it was still the same in many ways. The corruption, the violence—it was all still there, lurking in the shadows.
He wondered if there would ever be peace, or if it was something they had to fight for every day. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe the world would never be clean again. But for the first time in a long time, Aaron felt like he might be able to breathe.
They had won. They had taken down Bishop.
But the war within them? That was a battle they would keep fighting for as long as they lived.