The sky above Lagos had cleared, shedding the storm’s heavy burden. Though the cyclone had passed, its legacy remained in the fallen structures and damaged streets, evidence of both the city’s vulnerability and its endurance. Ada stood on the balcony of the newly restored council building, watching as workers and volunteers moved through the streets below, busy with the first stages of reconstruction. It wasn’t just physical structures they were rebuilding—it was hope, determination, and the promise of a future. But this was only the beginning.
Inside, the council chamber buzzed with quiet energy. Leaders from across Lagos gathered around a wide table, their faces marked by exhaustion but alive with purpose. These were the people who had fought, sacrificed, and led the rebellion to victory, and now they had been called upon to shape what came next. Jidenna, always steady at Ada’s side, exchanged a brief glance with her, his calm presence a reminder that they were in this together.