Biodun stood at the edge of the coalition’s rebuilt camp, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the horizon. The victory they had earned in the last battle was real, but it was only a brief reprieve. He felt the tension thrumming in the air around him, a tangible reminder that Hassan was still out there, watching, waiting to strike again.
They had to stay one step ahead—anything less would mean their demise. The coalition was stronger now, yes, but so was Hassan, and Biodun knew that brute force would no longer be enough. Victory in a single battle didn’t guarantee survival in the war to come. His mind raced as he turned back toward the war room, where Tunde and Zainab were waiting.