The weight of the situation pressed down on us, suffocating, leaving little room to breathe. The room, once filled with potential and hope, now felt like a battleground—a place where only the strongest would survive. With every passing hour, the reality of our situation became harder to deny: Victor and his allies were winning. And the more we tried to fight back, the more it seemed like we were losing.
The last few days had been a blur of frantic meetings, late-night strategy sessions, and whispered conversations behind closed doors. Every move we made seemed to be countered by Victor's far-reaching network, his power stretching into places we hadn't even imagined. Every ally we thought we could rely on had proven to be unreliable, and the betrayal of Lucas had shattered any semblance of trust that remained.