As Wil's team took a moment to rest and regroup, the sense of accomplishment was overshadowed by the knowledge that their mission was far from complete. The destruction of key targets had bought them time, but the warring factions were already regrouping, plotting their next moves.
"What's our next step?" Mary asked, her voice tinged with exhaustion.
Wil glanced at the map on his wrist display. "We need to head to the central command of the neutral zone. If we can secure it, we might be able to negotiate a truce."
Aralina's eyes narrowed. "And if they refuse to negotiate?"
Wil's jaw tightened. "Then we make sure they don't have a choice."
They began their journey to the central command, navigating through treacherous terrain and evading patrols. As they moved deeper into the neutral zone, the landscape became increasingly desolate, a grim reminder of the ongoing conflict.
