As the days passed, Lena's resolve grew stronger. She knew that the Rhytil's attack was imminent, and there was no more time to waste. She would need to make difficult choices, and she would need to lead her people with everything she had.
But she couldn't shake the doubt that lingered in her mind. Was it worth it? Was using the core truly the answer, or was it just another way for the Rhytil to control her? She had to make a decision—and soon.
As the fleet assembled and the final preparations for the upcoming battle were made, Lena stood on the observation deck of the flagship, staring out at the stars. The weight of the galaxy seemed to press down on her shoulders, and she couldn't help but wonder how long she could hold on before the darkness of the core consumed her.
Tavon had been right about one thing—she couldn't carry it all alone. But in the end, the war would still come down to her choices.
And she couldn't afford to make the wrong ones.