The Council's Ultimatum

The sky above Lagos darkened as the city’s power grids flickered, plunging entire districts into momentary darkness. The sudden interruption of light was no accident. It was a warning, a prelude to the Council’s next move. Ada stood by the window of the rebel hideout, staring out at the city as it pulsed back to life. Her chest tightened with a sense of foreboding.

Behind her, the dim light from a holo-screen illuminated the room. The Council’s symbol, a sleek emblem of power, spun slowly on the display before the broadcast began. Ada turned to watch, feeling Jidenna step up beside her, his presence steady and reassuring, though his eyes were fixed on the screen with an intensity that mirrored her own.

A familiar face appeared on the screen—Gregory Agbakwu, one of the Council’s top enforcers, with his cold, calculating demeanor that had become synonymous with fear. His voice, smooth yet dripping with authority, filled the room.