The Final Push
The sky over Lagos hung heavy with smoke, a deep, bruised haze that seemed to swallow the city whole. Ada stood at the heart of the rebel camp, watching as the dying sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the ravaged landscape. The air crackled with tension, every breath she took thick with the smell of ash and burning metal. Around her, the faces of her comrades were etched with exhaustion, but their eyes gleamed with a stubborn determination. Every person here had risked everything, had bled for this moment—the final push.
Jidenna was beside her, his tall frame stoic in the flickering light of makeshift torches. His presence grounded her, as it always had, but Ada could feel the strain on him, the weight of leadership that had pressed down on his shoulders for so long. His voice, calm yet forceful, cut through the quiet murmur of the gathered rebels.