The Ark’s Central Plaza buzzed with rare jubilation, its artificial sky aglow with holographic banners: “Matis: Heroes of the Breach.” Days ago, a Rapture swarm—led by a hulking Tyrant—tunneled into the Outer Rim, threatening collapse. Matis, on patrol, intercepted them. Now, citizens cheered as Laplace strode forward, cape fluttering, her beam rifle slung proudly over her shoulder. “Justice prevails!” she boomed, striking a pose atop a makeshift stage. Maxwell, beside her, adjusted her visor with a sigh, muttering, “You didn’t have to vaporize half the tunnel.” Drake, grinning wide, hefted her rocket launcher, shouting, “Boom! That’s how we roll!” Fireworks erupted, masking the trio’s bickering. The Commander watched from the crowd, smiling faintly—Matis had held the line, but not without chaos. Syuen, in a VIP box, beamed for the cameras, claiming credit. Below, Laplace vowed to protect all, Maxwell smirked, and Drake demanded a rematch with the Raptures.