Shadows and Allegiances

The crystalline walls of Haven pulsed with a steady hum as Ethan stood at the command platform, shadows coiling restlessly around him. The holographic map above the dais flickered, showing the remnants of the Riftline bastions they had yet to dismantle. Despite their recent victory at Nexus Prime, Ethan knew the war was far from over.

Selene moved beside him, her golden aura faint but steady. "We're making progress, but it feels like the calm before the storm."

"It always does," Ethan murmured, his voice taut with weariness. "The Council may be fractured, but they'll regroup. They always do."

The air in the sanctuary thickened as footsteps echoed through the chamber. Isolde appeared from the shadows, her expression colder than usual. "We have a problem."

Ethan turned sharply. "What is it?"