at the walls of the warehouse, their fiery tendrils illuminating the chaos within. Amara's hea

aders were scattered, their plans torn apart in an instant. Bodies littered t

ma

d recruited her-the one who had given her the card. He was slumped

ging the chaos around her. "Hold on," she said

ng for someone so badly injured. "It's over,"

er head. "We can still figh

pted, his voice harsh. "He has spie

me to process them. The sound of boots on the floo

said, trying

avily on her for support. Together, they stumbled

-

behind them. Amara and the man-who finally introduced himself

out?" she asked, her voic

. "I don't know. It a

meant nowhere was safe. The slums were his territory, his king

Not now. Not after every

" she said, more to herself

-

e shadows, moving from one safe house to another, always one step ahead of Elric'

ver wavered. Despite the pain, he spent hours talking with

uddled in a dark alley. "His power comes from fear and control. If we ca

nawed at her. The rebellion had been the

ght him?" she asked. "We have no r

n just us. That's how rebellions start-wit

-

they could. They found others who had survived the raid-people who were angry, desperate,

, she resumed her work as a seamstress, serving customers with a forced smile. By night, she and

an to take its toll. Elric's visits became

remarked one afternoon as he sa

mara replied, keepi

h wh

eting his gaze. "Isn't th

ed. But remember, Amara, survival often depends on loyalt

he left, a chilling reminder o

-

the warehouse raid. A shipment of weapons meant for Elric's men was int

clear: Elric was

o spread among the people. The slums, once s

emporary. Elric would retaliate, and wh

g the flames of the burning shipment light

t felt like forever, the