One month after the café incident...
Jin and Kai Ren hunted her.
Every contact.Every server.Every whisper that echoed the name Nyxara.
They traced cryptowallets through seventeen shell nations.They broke into auction archives buried under blacksite bunkers.They interrogated ghosts who hadn't spoken in years.
And still—
Nothing.
She vanished.
No heat signatures.No footprints.No threats.
No Lisa.No Nyxara.
Not even a shadow.
Jin returned to his post — promoted, polished, colder.
He took cases. Solved wars with a signature.But the fire was gone from his eyes.Only the habit remained.
Sometimes, at night, he walked past the file marked "X-L13" in his personal vault.And he'd pause.
But he never opened it again.
Ren dissolved into whispers once more.
The Black Commandment faded from the criminal world.No more wars.No more executions.
He returned to his empire's core — silent, calculating, still.
He told no one, not even his commanders, that he still scanned every intel drop for that name.
Nyxara.
Six Years Later
The world moved on.
Jin's hair was streaked with gray now, his file thicker than most agents alive.
Ren's empire stabilized — a quiet king no longer feared, but respected.
They had changed.
Slower. Smarter.Calmer.
They no longer hunted her.
Because deep down, they both knew:
She was planning something too big to see.
And when it came…It wouldn't whisper.
It would burn.
Jin stood on a rooftop one night, looking over the city skyline.
Ren stood beside him — neither man speaking.
They watched the lights.
And then Jin finally said what neither had dared voice in years.
"She's coming back, isn't she?"
Ren didn't look at him.
"She never left."