29. Shadows and Oaths

The rebel base had grown quieter since the destruction of the Legion stronghold. Yet within the silence, tension bloomed like bruises.

Elara stood in the infirmary, gazing at a comatose Garran. He had given them the key to survival, and now he lay slipping from the world he helped reshape.

"We saved the rebellion," Damien said, stepping beside her. "But at a cost."

She nodded. "I keep thinking about Arik. If he could be turned, anyone can."

Nova entered. "That's why we need to purge the command networks. Legion isn't dead, it's dormant."

Elara turned to her. "Then let's make sure it never wakes again."

In the lower sanctum, Damien addressed the assembled rebellion leaders. Lights flickered low, and the room pulsed with gravity.

"We need unity now more than ever. Not just to fight—but to outlast."