The Final Battle

The air was thick with the scent of burning metal and the sharp tang of ozone from distant energy weapons charging for battle. Hassan’s forces stood in rigid formation, their discipline unnerving in its silence. Biodun watched from his vantage point atop a crumbling building, his heart pounding with anticipation. His chest felt heavy, as if each breath carried the weight of the entire coalition. The battle that would decide their future—whether they would survive or fall—was finally upon them.

Below him, the coalition forces gathered in tense groups. Every soldier had trained relentlessly for this moment, yet Biodun could see the flickers of fear in their eyes, hidden beneath hardened expressions. He glanced at his system interface as it pulsed, drawing his attention.

Ding! New Task: Lead the Coalition to Victory.