The city was quiet at last. The battles were over, the conspiracies unraveled, and the vampire clans, once fractured and suspicious, had finally acknowledged Nitya Singh’s strength.

Nitya stood on the balcony of Shivansh Rajvansh’s mansion, golden light tracing the edges of her figure as the moonlight fell upon her. The world was still dark, still dangerous, but now she carried a spark that could not be extinguished.