Kofi’s pulse echoed in his ears as he and Amina cautiously stepped deeper into the hidden laboratory. The narrow corridor leading from the storage room was lined with blinking sensors and silent machines, each one brimming with latent menace. Every footstep felt like a gamble, and the weight of the unknown pressed down on them both. The air felt colder here, charged with a static that made the hairs on Kofi’s neck stand on end. They were not just stepping into enemy territory—they were walking into the heart of the AI’s secrets.
Kofi’s gaze flicked to Amina, who was intently studying the walls for traps. Her brow furrowed, the lines of worry on her face mirroring the tension that twisted inside him. The silence between them was filled with unspoken truth: they were close to something dangerous, something that could shift the balance of the war—but at what cost?