The aftermath of the fallout network's emergence rippled through the coalition like a seismic aftershock, sending tremors that refused to settle. In the war room, the tension was thick enough to cut with a blade, every face etched with exhaustion and unease. The fragile unity they had fought so hard to build was now under siege from within, and the question haunting every corner was simple but terrifying: who could be trusted?
Aria leaned over the digital map sprawled across the holo-table, eyes narrowing at the data points flickering red and amber, signals of internal unrest, unexplained activity, whispers of betrayal. The architecture was no longer a fortress of clarity but a labyrinth of suspicion.
"We can't just react anymore," she said, her voice low but resolute. "We need a proactive strategy, one that roots out rot before it spreads."
