Chapter 67: Rebuilding Trust
The first rays of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of pink and gold, but the camp was anything but serene. The aftermath of the civil war lingered in every corner—scorched earth, collapsed tents, and the smell of iron in the air. It was a bitter reminder of what had been lost and the uncertain path ahead.
Alex stood at the center of it all, her shoulders heavy with the weight of leadership. She had led them through fire and blood, but the cracks in her faction ran deep. Unity had come at a cost, and now it was her responsibility to mend what had been broken.
The camp bustled with activity as survivors worked to rebuild. Wooden beams were hauled for repairs, and whispers of doubt spread like wildfire. Many of Calista's former loyalists remained wary of Alex, their gazes lingering on her with suspicion.
