The sky above Neovalle was painted gold and violet as dusk approached.The Aurion Grand Civic Center rose like a jewel in the heart of the city — a structure of glass and polished stone, ringed with banners that bore the insignia of a new movement: a radiant sun encircled by twelve stars.Inside, hundreds had gathered — entrepreneurs, scientists, civic leaders, and citizens who had come not to watch a campaign, but to witness a vision being born.Marvin Richmond entered quietly, his steps were soft against the marble floor. He wasn’t dressed for spectacle — no velvet coats, no ceremonial pins — just a dark suit, simple and unassuming. But still, heads turned.Whispers followed him.“That’s him.”“The one who founded the Helios Enterprise.”“The one who ensured the absolute use of solar energy.”He didn’t respond. His eyes stayed ahead — fixed on the stage where Uncle Christopher stood, surrounded by a few close aides.Uncle Christopher’s presence was calm yet commanding. There was no

The night wind swept softly across Neovalle. Below, the city pulsed with a gentle rhythm — a million points of light, breathing in unison like a living heart. Towers shimmered, bridges glowed, and quiet laughter echoed through the avenues. Every glow was a story, every spark a memory. Marvin stood at the edge of the Solar Crest Terrace, the highest point above Helios Square. From there, the world looked reborn — no longer a battlefield of ambition, but a garden of light. Beside him stood Stella. Her fingers were laced through his, warm and steady — a reminder that even after storms, hands meant for healing could still find one another. Lucian rested on Marvin’s shoulder, small arms curled around his neck. The boy’s breathing was soft, peaceful, untouched by the darkness his father once knew. “Do you ever miss it?” Stella’s voice was quiet, almost carried away by the breeze. Marvin turned his gaze toward the horizon. The solar lamps lined every street below, glowing gold and ste