The rebel's confession hung heavy in the air, a fragile bridge between betrayal and redemption. Kaela's gaze softened for a moment, the weight of leadership pressing down harder than ever.
"We don't have time for mistakes," she said quietly, "but if you truly want to make this right, you'll help us dismantle the Ashen's network from within."
Ava's eyes searched the rebel's face, measuring sincerity.
"I will," the rebel promised, voice firm despite the tremor beneath it.
Joren stepped forward, locking eyes with Kaela. "This alliance is fragile. One wrong move and it all falls apart."
Kaela nodded. "Then we fight — not just the enemy outside, but the shadows within."
Outside, the first light of dawn seeped through cracked windows, painting hope in hues of gold and blood.