Aftermath: A Shattered Alliance

Back aboard the Alliance flagship, the crew was still processing the extent of their losses. Despite the victory, the mood was somber. Leaders from different factions of the Alliance convened in a strategic meeting. Lena, Draven, and the others took their seats, their faces grim.

"We cannot afford another misstep," Lena said, her voice firm but tired. "We will not get another chance if we don't take this seriously."

General Hael, one of the senior commanders of the Alliance, crossed his arms. "We've made our move. Now the Rhytil will come for us in force. We have to reinforce our defenses and strike strategically, or we risk being wiped out."

Lena nodded. "We need to be prepared for their retaliation. Let's not let our victory cloud our judgment. We're not done yet."

Draven watched her carefully, noting the subtle signs of strain in her posture. She was stronger than most, but even the strongest had their breaking points. He knew the coming weeks would be critical, and Lena would need all the support she could get.