As the preparations for the reconnaissance mission were underway, a more insidious problem began to arise within the ranks of the Alliance. Factions were emerging, each with its own opinion on the direction of the war.
Lena had always known the internal politics would be a challenge, but she hadn't expected the level of division that had formed so quickly. Some members of the council wanted to play a more defensive game, holding back and waiting for the Rhytil to make the next move. Others, like General Sato, argued that they needed to launch a full-scale offensive to take the fight directly to the enemy.
The once-unified front was splintering, and Lena knew it was only a matter of time before those cracks turned into something more dangerous.
One evening, as Lena walked the halls of the command center, she was joined by Tavon. "You're losing them," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of concern.
"I know," Lena admitted quietly, her shoulders slumping. "It's hard enough to fight the Rhytil. But fighting the people I'm supposed to be leading?" She shook her head. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep it together."
Tavon placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to do this alone. There's a reason people follow you. You've earned their trust. You just have to trust them back."
Lena didn't respond immediately, her thoughts racing. Could she really hold this fragmented group together? Or would the very thing she'd been fighting for unravel at the seams?