Preparing for War

The sky above the coalition’s stronghold was an oppressive grey, a canvas of clouds that felt almost too fitting for the mood inside. It wasn’t just another battle that awaited them—it was the confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had fought for. Inside the war room, maps, strategy charts, and supply reports cluttered a long, worn table, the evidence of weeks of relentless planning. Every square inch had been covered with notes, detailing choke points, ambush strategies, and fallback positions.

Biodun stood at the head, his hands gripping the table’s edge as his eyes skimmed over the latest intel. His thoughts, however, weren’t focused on troop movements or strategies. They were elsewhere—on the people depending on him. Every decision he made now could be the difference between life and death.