The air was thick with tension as the council gathered again in the dimly lit command center. The fallout from Jarek’s betrayal had unsettled everyone, shaking the foundation of trust that the resistance had painstakingly built. Elias stood at the head of the table, his expression grave but resolute. “Tonight, we take stock of what we’ve lost—and what we still have. We cannot afford to fracture any further,” Elias began, his voice steady but carrying the weight of command. Naomi, seated beside him, met his gaze and nodded. Her investigation had just uncovered the tip of a much deeper network—one that reached beyond Jarek. The saboteur was a symptom, not the disease. “We believe Jarek was part of a larger operation,” Naomi said, unfolding a worn map and pinning several locations marked in red. “There are cells embedded across the city, and some have been feeding intell

The sun had barely risen, but Elias was already awake, standing by the fractured window of the command center. Outside, the city lay in eerie silence, a battlefield scarred by recent violence. The weight of the night’s operation still pressed on him like a lead cloak. Every victory tasted bittersweet. Every loss carved deeper wounds. But retreat was no longer an option. The war demanded relentless resolve. Inside, the command center buzzed quietly as the resistance regrouped. Naomi sifted through intercepted communications, piecing together the enemy’s next moves. “Their supply lines are crippled, but they’re mobilizing forces in the north district,” she reported, her voice steady but urgent. “They’ll retaliate soon.” Elias nodded, already envisioning the strategies that would keep them one step ahead. “We need to fortify the north and prepare for

The chill of dawn crept into the command center’s war room, where flickering monitors cast ghostly light on tired faces. Elias stood at the center, eyes fixed on the decrypted message that haunted his thoughts. The words were clear: “The traitor moves under the guise of trust.” A poison seeping quietly through their ranks, threatening to unravel everything. Elias called an emergency meeting. The council assembled with a mix of apprehension and resolve. Naomi opened the session. “We intercepted a communication from Voss’s command. It’s encrypted with a code only someone inside our circle could have used.” Callum clenched his jaw. “Someone is feeding them intel—our plans, our positions. That’s how they keep anticipating our moves.” Amara’s eyes darted nervously around the room. “Do we