The city watched.

  The world watched.

  For years, the tower had been an anchor—a monument of control, a reminder of an empire built on fear. And now, it was leaving.

  For some, it was a moment of liberation.

  For others, a loss of direction.

  But either way, it was an end.

  Zerox leaned against the balcony rail, watching the impossible unfold. “He’s really doing it.”

  Alphabela, beside him, nodded. “Finally.”

  But her voice was distant.

  Zerox turned. “You don’t look happy.”

  She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not that. It’s just…” She hesitated. Then, quietly, “My sister is still out there.”

  Zerox blinked. “AlphaJoy.”

  A slow nod. “She was part of The T.I.C.K.L.E. She got caught in the battle. And now... she’s gone.”

  A silence stretched between them.

  Then—Zerox placed a hand over hers. “I’ll help you find her.”

  Alphabela looked at him, surprise flickering in her amber eyes. “Why?”

  A small smirk. “Lupa trained me. And trust me, we know how to track people down. We’ll bring her home.”

  Something in her eased. She looked back to the sky. “Thank you.”

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  Below, the triplets stood on the rooftops, watching the sky.

  “Think he’ll come back?” Romulus muttered.

  Lupa’s eyes followed the rising structure. “No.”

  Remo scoffed, arms crossed. “I would have stolen the ship.”

  Romulus exhaled. He wasn’t sure how he felt.

  The people in the city watched from the streets.

  Some cheered.

  Some wept.

  Some simply stood in silence.

  The surrounding buildings braced for impact, the skyline alight with emergency beacons. But there was no explosion. No destruction.

  Because B.O.R.I.S. was precise.

  His departure was a whisper. A clean cut.

  A final act of mercy.

  Taking with him the image that had brought so much pain.

  And for a moment—just a moment—

  The world was quiet.

  Somewhere else—far beyond the limits of what Earth could perceive—

  A different kind of time was unraveling.

  To those on Earth, the tower lifted, and it was over.

  But where Feast and Joy moved, across the great void, through the tides of an existence untouched by clocks—

  The departure of B.O.R.I.S. altered the mathematics of the universe itself.

  What had been a single second on Earth was something vast and immeasurable elsewhere.

  To Feast and Joy, it had been millennia.

  Entire civilizations rose and fell.

  Stars collapsed into themselves.

  And yet, in the span of a heartbeat, the two sisters were about to reunite.

  Noise stood on the coast, her hand resting on the great skin of Titi.

  She had felt many things across her long existence.

  The shifting of planets. The weight of lost ancestors. The whispers of gods who had never been given names.

  But this?

  This was new.

  The Biologically Optimized Reconnaissance and Infiltration Subject—B.O.R.I.S.—was gone.

  A constant force in the equation of this world had just been removed.

  The world would adjust.

  But it would not remain the same.

  Noise turned her gaze to the sky, watching the last trace of the Y-Tower fade into the atmosphere.

  Something had ended.

  And something new was about to begin.

  Then, above them, the sky began to glow.

  The engines ignited.

  A soundless roar—

  A ripple of light across the heavens—

  And then—

  The tower was gone.

  Lupa lifted her gaze—her amber eyes reflecting the first sign of auroras.

  And somewhere, across the cities, the oceans, the forests—

  A single voice hummed.

  "I put a spell on you…"

  And the world changed.