Chapter 120 Whispers of a Daring Plan

Elara stood at the head of the table, the holographic map of the fractured Aethel network flickering before the assembled rebel leaders. Each flicker of light on the map represented a liberated moon, a beacon of hope in the vast expanse of Council control. But the fractured zones, swirling with chaotic energy, remained a daunting obstacle. "We've made progress," Elara declared, her voice echoing through the tense silence. "The Aethel beacons are slowly rebuilding communication channels, forging a network of resistance. But the Council still holds a significant advantage." A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. The recent success of the beacon deployments had emboldened the rebellion, but the scars of loss were still fresh. Jax's sacrifice, a constant reminder of the brutality of the war, weighed heavily on them. Dr. Sharma, her eyes gleaming with scientific fervor, projected a holographic image of a colossal structure at the heart of the Council's territory. "This is