Not because they understood... But because she laughed.
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Meanwhile… a week later Ivy remained completely unaware of Isla's rebirth.
She was busy managing the overwhelming influx of people.
Thousands. Tens of thousands. All needing shelter. Food. Stability.
Her base was reaching its limits.
"…We don't have enough space," she muttered, rubbing her temples.
Fatigue lingered in her eyes. Even with all the success... She couldn't feel joy.
Not yet. There was too much to handle. Just as her thoughts spiraled...
A loud sound echoed across the base. A deep mechanical rumble, followed by a sharp signal tone.
Her head snapped up. 'That sound …'
It was the announcement. The signal for someone returning...
Her heart skipped a beat.
Without wasting a second, she rushed toward the entrance.
And there... She saw him. Silas.
Standing at the gate, along with his subordinates.
For a brief moment... She just stood there.
