As dawn broke over Nocturnia, the Harvest Spire burned—flames licking the polluted sky.
The Unaligned 5 stood atop the ruins, battered but alive.
No statues would be built for them. No songs sung in their honor.
They saved what mattered most—not fame or glory, but each other.
Derek clutched his rebuilt chain weapon, eyes hard but hopeful.
Cam smiled, already tinkering with a new gadget.
Speen's shadow curled quietly at his feet, calm.
John's wooden fingers traced the charred walls.
E lit a cigarette, wincing, but with a glint of peace.
Together, they faced the city—a city that might never forgive them, but one they were ready to protect.