Lagos stirred, its heartbeat fragile but undeniable. Freed from the Council’s grip, the city breathed again, yet with each breath came new risks. Ada Sobowale felt those risks pressing in from all sides as she walked the halls of the provisional government headquarters. The building, like the city, bore the scars of the war they had won, but Ada knew their victory hadn’t secured the peace they hoped for. There were whispers now—unsettling, persistent whispers that reminded her the battle for Lagos was far from over.
Anonymous warnings, electrical outages, rumors of sabotage. In the markets, people spoke of factions rising, led by those who had thrived under the Council’s oppressive regime. These were no mere rumors. They were the early signs of something dangerous—something that could tear their fragile new government apart.