The mansion buzzed with renewed energy. Where once there was silence and fractured tension, now there was a quiet determination—a fragile hope kindling in the wake of Number 0's confession. The siblings had begun to see him not just as the mysterious, untouchable "Number 0," but as the brother who had silently built an empire to protect them all.
It was time to wield that power together.
Zero stood in the heart of the family's makeshift war room, a sprawling map laid out before them, layered with schedules, locations, and Commission surveillance details. His fingers traced routes that once felt like invisible lines—now tangible pathways they could exploit.
"This network I've built," Zero began, voice steady and confident, "gives us eyes everywhere. Investments, businesses, communications—we have access to resources no one else can reach. The Commission won't know what hit them."
Five leaned forward, eyes gleaming with tactical hunger. "Perfect. We can disrupt their operations before they even know where to strike."
Luther nodded, his strength tempered by a new patience. "And we can provide safe houses, funds, technology—we're finally fighting on our terms."
But power was not the only thing being rebuilt.
Allison approached Zero quietly, her voice soft but earnest. "I know this is new for all of us. But it's the start of something better. Together."
Vanya, still cautious but hopeful, added, "Maybe we can finally be the family we're supposed to be."
Zero felt a lump in his throat. (This is what I wanted all along. Not just control, but connection.)
The siblings moved quickly, using Zero's empire to coordinate strikes that crippled Commission supply lines, intercepted agents, and protected civilians caught in the crossfire.
Zero's ability to slow and manipulate time gave them a critical edge in battles, allowing precise strikes and swift retreats.
Klaus, surprisingly steady, found purpose in coordinating communications across the network, his chaotic energy channeling into vital support.
Yet, with every victory, the bond between them grew stronger.
They shared more than missions—they shared fears, hopes, and memories long buried.
Zero watched as the siblings began to heal—not just physically, but emotionally.
One evening, as the family gathered around a worn table, sharing laughter and stories, Zero realized the truth of his journey.
It wasn't the empire, the power, or the control that defined him.
It was the family.
(Time is no longer my prison—it's the space where we come together.)