The camp had been eerily quiet for days. The betrayal had left its mark, far deeper than the sabotage itself. Trust, the fragile glue holding the coalition together, had been shattered. Biodun could feel the fissures in the way people avoided eye contact, the hesitant steps they took around one another, the hushed conversations that stopped the moment he entered a room. His coalition—built on shared struggle and forged in the fires of battle—was now at risk of crumbling from within.