The city had become an inferno—a battleground where every street, every block, was soaked in the fury of revolution. The sky was dark with smoke, blotting out the sun as if the heavens themselves were in mourning for the old world. The fires raged on, fueled by the desperation of the people and the recklessness of those who tried to suppress them. The air was thick with the smell of burning wood, rubber, and blood.
But through the chaos, I stood unshaken. I had become the face of this new era, the embodiment of the future the people craved. The world was burning, but I was the one who would rise from the ashes.
As I moved through the streets, the faces of the people were a blur—there were no more leaders, no more followers. There was only us. The ones who had broken free from the chains, who had ripped apart the fabric of the world and now stood at the precipice of something greater. The energy of the crowd surged around me, their cheers ringing out in every corner of the city. They weren't just cheering for a cause anymore—they were cheering for me. And I was more than ready to give them what they wanted.
Mara walked beside me, her eyes sharp and calculating as always. She had been instrumental in keeping our movement organized in the chaos, but I could tell that even she felt the weight of what we had set in motion. She was the only one who understood the depth of our plan, the one who had always been with me from the very beginning.
"We've almost won," she said, her voice low, almost conspiratorial. "But we can't stop now. The military's still regrouping. We need to strike at their heart."
I nodded, my mind already moving forward. "The government is fractured. The military's a distraction. We need to take down the remaining power centers. The last few symbols of authority before they can reorganize."
Mara glanced at me with something approaching admiration, though she kept her expression neutral. "You're ready for this?"
I met her gaze. "I've always been ready. It's what I've been preparing for all my life."
As we approached the heart of the city, the central government building loomed in the distance. The same building where the final remnants of the old regime were holed up, hoping to organize a counterattack. They were trapped in their own fortress, their forces too disjointed, too weak to mount any meaningful defense. And now, we were coming for them.
We moved quickly, using the burning streets and the chaos of the protests to cover our movements. Solomon's network had already taken control of the city's communications. The people had been fed the narrative, the truth of what had been happening all along. The government was weak, and the people had chosen their side.
The building was surrounded by National Guard troops, but they were disorganized. They were no longer fighting for the cause—they were fighting for survival. They had become pawns in a game they didn't understand.
Inside the building, the last vestiges of power clung to the government officials like rats hiding in the walls. They had nowhere left to go. Their soldiers were abandoning them, and their allies were gone. The walls that had once been their sanctuary now closed in around them, and they knew it.
I entered the building without hesitation. The door opened, and I walked through the threshold, past the guards who stood frozen in place. They were no longer a threat—they were just a symbol of what had once been. Their eyes followed me, some fearful, others filled with confusion. But none of them dared to move.
Inside, the last remaining officials sat huddled in a war room, surrounded by maps and desperate plans to reclaim control. The atmosphere was thick with the stench of panic and defeat. The room fell silent as I stepped in, my presence drawing all eyes to me.
"You should've known this day would come," I said, my voice echoing in the vast, empty room. "The people you've betrayed are no longer interested in your lies. The time for your regime has ended."
One of the officials, a man with graying hair and a desperate glint in his eye, stood up. "You have no idea what you're doing!" he spat. "This is chaos! You can't just tear everything down. There will be nothing left!"
I smiled. "There's always something left. A foundation. A beginning. But it won't be yours."
I could see the fear in his eyes. They all knew the truth now. They were powerless. They had failed, and the world they had built was crumbling around them. There would be no more negotiations, no more deals. The people were already in the streets, and they would never let them take back control.
"You will be remembered," I said, my tone cold, deliberate. "But not for the reasons you think. You will be remembered as the ones who couldn't stop what was coming. You will be remembered as the last of the old guard."
I turned to Mara, who had entered the room behind me. "It's time. Finish it."
Without a word, Mara moved to the side of the room, where a large screen displayed live footage of the streets outside. The chaos, the riots, the fires—it was all unfolding in real-time. The people were no longer just protesting—they were tearing the city apart, demanding what was theirs. And the government was too weak, too fractured to do anything about it.
Mara spoke into a hidden microphone, her voice clear and calm. "It's done. The rest of the officials have been neutralized. The broadcast is live. The world will see their downfall."
I stood at the center of the room, watching as the final pieces of the old world fell into place. The power was shifting, and there was no going back.
"You've lost," I said to the remaining officials, my gaze steady. "And when you're gone, the people will finally be free. There will be no more lies, no more control. Only truth."
They couldn't argue with that. The truth was already spreading, already taking root in every corner of the city. The revolution was complete.
As I turned to leave, I felt the weight of everything we had done. It wasn't just the end of a regime. It was the birth of something new—something bigger than all of us. Something unstoppable.
I stepped out of the building, the cold wind hitting my face, and looked up at the sky. The fires still burned in the streets, and I could hear the chants of the people as they celebrated their victory. But this was only the beginning. I had won. And now, I would lead them into a new world—a world that would belong to me.
The revolution was over. And I was the one who had shaped it. The future was mine.
________________________
Jabrane
pa treon /Jabrane
To support me any unlock advanced chapters.get ahead with up to 30 chapters in advance:
_5 advanced chapters for 5$
_10 advanced chapters for 10$
_15 advanced chapters for 15$
_20 advanced chapters for 20$
..........................
"Don't miss the chance to get advanced chapters of my novel for FREE! Just copy the link now and start reading!"
https://shorturl.at/3DZhG