Three months later.Geneva. United Nations Emergency Assembly.
The world had been clawing its way back from chaos.Power had shifted, masks had cracked, and names once whispered in fear were now spoken in international tribunals.
The Assembly gathered to declare a new cyber-peace initiative — Protocol Sigma — based on data liberated from Damien's final broadcast.
And in a high tower overlooking the event… a man watched.
Not Damien.
Someone older.Colder.Too composed.
His name was Elias Brandt — once thought dead.The original architect of the system Damien had torn down.And Valeria's true superior.
He lit a cigar, staring out across the glass with mild curiosity.
"He really thought he'd ended it," he murmured to the shadow beside him.
The figure next to him stepped forward.
It was Ella.
But not the Ella we knew.
Her eyes were colder. Her voice altered.
"He gave them chaos. You gave them order."
"I gave them hope," Elias said with a grin. "Now they'll beg for someone to save them from the fire he started."
Cut to a distant island.
A man with a limp walks alone on the beach, cloaked and silent.
It's Damien.
He stops walking.
Turns.Stares at the ocean.Listens to the wind… and something else.
A whisper through his comm.
"Damien," the voice says. "I found something."
It's Ella. The real Ella.She's alive. Somewhere. Weak signal. Trapped.
"They made a copy," she says. "They made me. And they're using her to finish what Valeria couldn't."
Static.Then silence.
Damien lowers the comm.
His hands clench.
His shadow stretches long behind him.
Fade to black.
"You thought the war ended?It just changed shape."