The Aftermath

The city of Lagos, once roaring with the chaos of rebellion, now stood eerily silent under the first light of dawn. Skyscrapers, scarred and fractured by months of conflict, cast long, jagged shadows across the debris-strewn streets. From the vantage of a repurposed command post in what had once been a Council building, Ada Sobowale gazed over the sprawling city below. The weight of victory, hard-earned and heavy with responsibility, pressed against her chest. The city they had fought to liberate was now theirs—but it was in pieces, and rebuilding it would be a battle of a different kind.

Jidenna, her closest ally, stood beside her, arms crossed as he studied a flickering holographic map of Lagos. His jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed in a way that spoke more of weariness than frustration. “We’ve won the battle,” he murmured, his voice low but tense. “But rebuilding... that’s a different war entirely.”