The roar of the crowd, the flashing cameras, the accusations hurled at Victor Sinclair – it all faded into a dull hum. Ethan stood amidst the wreckage of a life he had once craved, the gleaming steel of his épée reflecting the cold, unforgiving dawn breaking over New York City. Sinclair’s empire, built on deceit and blood, was crumbling. The evidence, painstakingly gathered and now broadcast to the world, was irrefutable. The corporate titan was no longer a titan, just a broken man, awaiting the inevitable judgment.