Chapter 92: Face to Face

Inside the command center, the tension was palpable. Solas stood at the far end of the room, his back turned to the entrance as he watched the battle unfold on multiple screens. His calm demeanor contrasted sharply with the chaos erupting around him, and it was clear he hadn't expected Nyla's team to make it this far.

As the team entered, Solas turned slowly, his expression cold and calculating. His eyes locked onto Nyla, recognizing her as the leader of the resistance.

"So, you're the one they sent to kill me," Solas said, his voice low and full of disdain.

Nyla leveled her weapon at him, her gaze steady. "I'm here to end this, Solas. Your reign of terror is over."

Solas smirked, his confidence unshaken. "You think this is about terror? This is about survival. Order. Power. The world is chaos, and I'm the only one strong enough to control it."

"You're wrong," Nyla shot back. "We've already stopped people like you before. The world doesn't need a dictator."

Solas's smirk faded, his expression hardening. "You think you've won just because you made it this far? My army is unstoppable. You're nothing but a minor distraction in a war that's already been decided."

With a flick of his hand, Solas activated a series of commands on the control panel behind him. The screens around the room flashed with new orders, signaling a final, devastating push from his forces.

"We're not too late," Nyla said, her voice fierce. "Zane, shut it down!"

Zane rushed to the terminal, plugging into the network and frantically working to disable Solas's command systems. But Solas wasn't done. He moved toward Zane with deadly intent, drawing a knife from his belt, ready to stop them by force.

Nyla stepped between them, raising her weapon, and the final confrontation began.