The hum of the transport cut through the silence, the tension inside thick as the rebels braced for what awaited them. Kofi felt every bump in the road, each jolt a reminder of the fragile lifeline they were rushing to protect. The resource hub wasn’t just another battlefield—it was their survival, a place that sustained the rebellion with energy, food, and weapons. If it fell, everything they had fought for would unravel. It was a cruel irony: in their desperate struggle to preserve humanity, they had become increasingly reliant on machines.
Amina leaned forward beside him, her sharp eyes locked on the horizon. "We'll make it," she said, though her voice was tight with the weight of uncertainty. Kofi wanted to believe her, but the stakes had never been higher. Failure loomed like a shadow over them, threatening to erase everything they had sacrificed for.