Songs of the Rebellion

A hidden forest sanctuary deep in the heart of Southeast Asia. Towering trees form a natural cathedral as the Green Coalition regroups after the Nine Dragons’ propaganda assault. Ancestral stones encircle a sacred clearing, incense curling into the night air. Tension lingers, but so does determination.

Thalia stands at the center, her fingers grazing the rough surface of an ancient stone. She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply. The night hums with unseen energy. Around her, coalition members sit in silence, waiting.

"We are not alone in this fight," Thalia says, her voice steady, reverent. "Our ancestors walked this land long before the Nine Dragons, and they whisper to us now. They guide us. They strengthen us."

A murmur ripples through the gathering. Some close their eyes in quiet meditation; others exchange wary glances, torn between belief and skepticism. Bintang watches, arms crossed, as the flickering firelight casts long shadows across his face.