The Betrayal

A low hum vibrated through the underground command center as Kofi stared at the glowing holographic map of the city above. His fingers drummed nervously on the edge of the table. The news of the betrayal had hit him hard, like a hammer breaking the fragile balance he’d worked so tirelessly to maintain. They had welcomed the unknown human enclave cautiously, yet somehow it wasn’t enough. Now everything felt like a trap waiting to be sprung.

Across the room, Amina paced, her face shadowed by the dim blue light of the data screens. Her movements were sharp, agitated. “I don’t understand how they got past us,” she muttered, voice tight with frustration. “How did we not see it?”

“Their technology was advanced. Too advanced, maybe,” Kofi replied, his voice clipped. His eyes scanned the holograph again, searching for patterns he might have missed. He needed a reason, some logic to justify what had happened. “I should have been more careful.”