The days that followed were a blur of hard work and restless nights. Lena and Elias worked tirelessly to assist the survivors, helping them build settlements and restore basic systems, but there was always a nagging feeling in the back of Lena's mind. Was the [System] really gone? Was it possible that something was still lurking, waiting for the right moment to resurface?As she sat by a campfire one evening, staring into the flames, a figure approached. It was a young woman, no older than twenty, with dark hair and a somber expression. Her name was Mara, and she had been one of the first to approach Lena after the battle."I heard you were once part of the rebellion," Mara said, her voice trembling. "That you fought against the [System]."Lena nodded, curious about where this conversation was going. "Yes, I was. Why?""I... I remember," Mara said, looking down at the ground, "I remember what it was like before the [System]—before it all fell apart. The world seemed... better, in some ways. We were controlled, but we were also safe. People knew their place. It was easy to just follow the rules."Lena listened carefully, understanding what Mara was saying. "I understand. But sometimes, safety comes at a price. People were forced to obey, to live in fear. It wasn't real freedom."Mara shook her head. "Maybe... but now, everything's falling apart. There's no order, no direction. People are just lost."Lena felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She had fought for freedom, for a world without the [System], but what did freedom mean when everything felt uncertain?[System]: "Reinforced protocols activated. Global reset in progress."Suddenly, a jarring noise interrupted their conversation, a deep hum that reverberated through the ground beneath them. The remnants of the [System] were still active.Mara's eyes widened in fear. "What's happening?"Lena's face hardened. "We need to find out."