Chapter 138 Echoes of Resistance

The victory at the Council command center reverberated throughout the Aethel. Celebratory flickers danced across liberated sectors, a testament to the rebels' hard-won triumph. Yet, amidst the elation, a chilling truth remained: the Council still held a single stronghold, a crimson beacon pulsating defiance in the heart of the network. Elara, her body weary but her spirit resolute, stood before the assembled rebels in The Haven. A holographic map of the network dominated the chamber, the lone red dot a stark reminder of the looming conflict. "We've struck a blow against the Council," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction, "but the fight is not over." A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. Jax, his usually vibrant eyes shadowed with concern, stepped forward. "We know where they are," he stated, his voice tight. "But the Council's final stronghold is heavily fortified, a digital fortress unlike anything we've encountered." The Ghost, his weathered face etche