The morning after the tower shutdown was eerily calm. Seoul awoke to blue skies and muted headlines. Emergency broadcasts resumed normal programming. People stepped out cautiously, blinking in the soft light, unsure if the nightmare had truly ended.

Inside a secured mobile command center, Rae sat with a cup of coffee, staring blankly at a monitor looping satellite scans.

Rin entered, holding a tablet. “The signal's gone. No residual spikes. No anomalies. We did it.”

Rae looked up. “Feels like we should feel more... finished.”

Rin nodded. “That’s the thing about battles. Winning doesn’t always feel like victory.”

Elsewhere, Bong Soon and Min Hyeok met with top government officials. New policies were being drafted: anti-manipulation tech regulations, trauma recovery outreach programs, safe housing for affected zones. The city was beginning to heal.

In a private wing of the detention center, Seo Jin sat alone, watching blank walls and shadows. Her eyes showed no fear. Only calculation.

A guard peeked in. “You’ve got a visitor.”

The door opened.

Rae stepped in, followed by Rin.

Seo Jin didn’t rise. “Come to gloat?”

Rin stepped forward. “To confirm.”

Seo Jin tilted her head. “That I’ve lost?”

Rae crossed her arms. “That you’re not getting out. Not this time.”

Seo Jin smiled faintly. “No need. The world moves fast. Ideas, faster. There’s always someone ready to pick up the torch.”

Rin locked eyes with her. “Then we’ll keep putting them out.”

The sisters turned and left, the door sealing behind them.

That evening, Ji Woo unveiled the blueprints for the Do Legacy Network—an initiative to prevent future psychological warfare. The sisters stood with her as cameras flashed and applause followed.

Outside, under a sky reborn, Rae whispered, “This doesn’t end. But neither do we.”

Rin nodded, her gaze steady. “We stay ready. We stay strong.”

Together, they looked toward the horizon.