The morning after the battle, the villa was unusually quiet. The usual hum of activity was replaced by a tense stillness, like the calm before the next storm.

Elena stood by the window in the strategy room, staring out at the sprawling city below. The night’s fight had changed everything—alliances tested, lives lost, and trust shattered. The revelation of a traitor within their ranks gnawed at her like a persistent wound.

Lorenzo entered quietly, his dark eyes locking with hers. “The leak is worse than we thought,” he said, voice low. “It’s not just feeding information. They’re sabotaging operations.”

She turned to face him, the weight of leadership settling on...