Chapter 199 Victory on the horizon

When it came, Agamemnon's response was swift and merciless, his vastly outnumbered forces rallying with the desperate fury of cornered animals. What they lacked in numbers, they made up for in sheer ferocity, their discipline and training allowing them to punch far above their weight class. The air was choked with the stench of cordite and spilled blood, the cacophony of automatic weapons fire punctuated by the dull thuds of grenades and the agonized screams of the fallen. It was chaos given form, a waking nightmare that engulfed the city in a haze of smoke and terror. Through it all, Mariama remained the calm eye of the storm, her gaze focused and unwavering as she coordinated the assault from her mobile command center. Every vector, every contingency, had been meticulously calculated and accounted for – all that remained was to execute the final phase of her grand design. Andre, for his part, was a whirlwind of controlled fury on the front lines, his formidable presence serving as