The air inside the hidden command center was thick with tension, every breath weighed down by the enormity of what was to come. Ada Sobowale stood at the head of the table, her eyes scanning the faces of her most trusted allies—Jidenna, Femi, Kemi, and Captain Ironsi. The holographic map of Lagos flickered before them, casting shifting shadows that seemed to mirror the weight of their collective burden.
"This is it," Ada began, her voice steady but laced with the gravity of the moment. "We've planned for months, and now it's time to strike. We must hit them hard and fast—no hesitation, no second-guessing."
As she spoke, her mind drifted to the countless stories her parents had told her as a child—stories of Lagosian heroes, warriors who had faced insurmountable odds and emerged victorious. The thought of those ancestors lent her strength, reminding her that their fight was not just for the future, but for the preservation of a culture that the Eternal Council sought to erase.