Chapter 3
The air inside the abandoned warehouse was thick with anticipation. Mara stared at the flickering candlelight, her face illuminated by its fragile glow, as the gathered group of rebels whispered quietly among themselves. Word of their escape and the truths they carried had begun to spread, igniting a flame of defiance.
Alex stood by the window, eyes fixed on the distant city skyline. The night was heavy with promise—and peril. They knew the enemy was still out there, watching, waiting to crush any spark of rebellion before it spread.
But Mara's voice was steady, filled with quiet resolve. "This is our moment. We can't let them silence us. The time has come to rise."
Outside, beneath the surface of the city and the shadows of doubt, hope was awakening—ready to ignite into a movement that would challenge the darkness from within.