Chapter 89: Desperate Measures

The smoke still lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of our loss. My body ached with every movement, but I couldn’t afford to rest.

Silverwood was on the brink of collapse, and if I didn’t act fast, everything we had fought for would be lost.

I gathered what remained of the leadership in the war room, the weight of our situation pressing down on me like a heavy shroud.

The room was silent, save for the occasional cough from someone trying to clear their lungs of the acrid smoke that still hung in the air.

“Enough is enough,” I began, my voice hoarse but determined. “We can’t keep playing by the rules while they tear us apart. If we’re going to survive, we need to be ruthless. No more holding back.”

Maxim stood at my side, his expression unreadable, though I knew he was barely holding it together.

We had been through hell, and the toll was evident in the lines etched on his face, the way his shoulders sagged under the weight of what was left unsaid.

“Ruthless?” Cassian’s voice