Chapter 97: The New Evidence

The air was thick with tension as we gathered in the war room. Dust and smoke still hung in the air, the remnants of the explosion that had nearly cost us everything.

Clara was resting in the infirmary, bruised but thankfully alive. Marlow stood beside me, his jaw clenched, eyes hard. We didn’t have time to rest. Not now.

I spread the documents we’d recovered from the explosion on the table, my hands trembling. “This is it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This is what we’ve been looking for.”

Everyone leaned in, eyes fixed on the papers before us. They detailed the conspiracy’s plans, strategies, and—most importantly—a weakness we hadn’t known about before.

“They’re moving their main forces to the north,” I continued, pointing to a crude map marked with enemy positions.

“If we strike here,” I tapped the map again, “we could catch them off guard. It’s a weak spot in their defenses. But we need to act fast.”

Marlow nodded, his face grim. “It’s risky, Sera. If we’re not care