Viper and Lena stood victorious, but their battle was far from over. As they escaped the Syndicate's fortress, they knew they had ignited a spark of resistance. The world was watching, and the 10% were no longer willing to be oppressed.
They made their way to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a makeshift sanctuary for Cannings on the run. The air was thick with tension as they entered, their presence met with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
A figure emerged from the shadows – a young man with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair, his body etched with intricate tattoos that seemed to shift and writhe like living ink. He introduced himself as Kael, a Canning with the power to control technology.
"You're the ones who took down the Syndicate," Kael said, his voice laced with a hint of awe. "We've been waiting for you."
Viper's eyes narrowed. "Waiting for us? What do you mean?"
Kael smiled, his tattoos flickering with excitement. "We've been building a network, a secret alliance of Cannings. We've been waiting for a spark to ignite the flame of revolution."
Lena's eyes widened, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean... we're not alone?"
Kael nodded. "We're the Resistance. And with your help, we can change the course of history."
Viper's gaze locked onto Kael's, a fierce determination burning within her. "We're in. What's the plan?"
And with that, the spark of resistance grew into a blazing inferno, ready to consume the world.