The morning sun crept slowly over the horizon, casting a soft, golden light over the landscape. Where once the ground had been littered with the bodies of soldiers and the remnants of war, now there was movement—purposeful and hopeful. The coalition had survived the storm of battle, but now they faced an even greater challenge: rebuilding their lives.
Biodun stood on a hill overlooking the camp, his gaze sweeping across the scene below. The scars of war were still visible in the charred ruins of buildings, the shattered defenses, and the small clusters of makeshift memorials marking the fallen. But alongside the destruction was something new: life. The survivors moved with quiet determination, clearing debris, constructing shelters, and tending to the wounded.