The warehouse buzzed with activity, a stark contrast to the quiet tension of the previous night. Every human had a role—some checked weapons, others repaired armor, and a few monitored communication networks. Jin-hee moved among them, offering guidance, encouragement, and sharp instructions where needed.
"Check every battery pack," he instructed Kael. "We can't afford malfunctions mid-mission."
Min-ah supervised the supply of explosives and EMP devices, making sure each team had exactly what they needed. "Don't overload anyone," she warned. "Mobility is just as important as firepower."
Outside, a few of the recruits practiced stealth maneuvers, weaving between shadows, crouching behind debris, and learning to move silently across broken streets. Jin-hee watched them closely. Every movement needed to be second nature. In the chaos of the final assault, hesitation could cost lives.
Maps were spread across tables, holograms projected patrol routes, weak points, and evacuation paths. "Remember," Jin-hee said, pointing to a cluster of red dots, "these are the upgraded combat bots. They react fast. Don't fight them head-on unless absolutely necessary. Use distractions, traps, and teamwork."
Min-ah moved to a group of civilians who had joined the resistance. "You won't be on the front lines," she said kindly, "but you'll have crucial roles. Communication, evacuation, sabotage. Your contribution matters just as much."
The air was thick with tension, but also with purpose. Humans who had once cowered in hiding were now fully engaged in preparation for war. Every tool polished, every plan rehearsed, every team drilled. They were no longer survivors—they were a coordinated force, ready to reclaim their city.
Jin-hee gathered the team at the end of the night. "Tomorrow, we move as one," he said, voice steady. "Every decision, every step, every strike matters. We fight for those who cannot, for those who still hope, and for the future we choose to take back. Remember, fear is natural—but courage defines us."
The humans slept little that night, minds racing with strategy, anticipation, and determination. Neo-Tokyo lay in shadow, unaware that its rulers were about to face a rebellion more organized and daring than any they had ever faced.
By dawn, the city would witness humans no longer as prey, but as hunters. And the preparation, meticulous and exhausting, was the key to their success.