Back in the war room, Lena faced the hard truth of her situation. The allies who had once trusted her were starting to pull back, their faith in her leadership wavering with each passing day. She couldn't shake the feeling that the Rhytil had already infiltrated their ranks, sowing seeds of doubt and discord.Jorvik spoke again, this time with a voice filled with quiet frustration. "Commander, the Zenth are holding back resources, and Varax insists on a direct offensive. There's no unity anymore. Your use of the core—it's dividing us."Lena's chest tightened at his words. She had always prided herself on her ability to hold the alliance together, but now, it was slipping through her fingers. She had pushed the core to its limits, but each time she did, she could feel a piece of herself fading. The whispers were louder now, almost deafening."You don't understand," she said, her voice tight. "The Rhytil are outplaying us. They're manipulating us, dividing us. If we don't act now, we'll lose everything.""By using the core?" Jorvik's tone was sharp, a hint of concern beneath the anger. "You're sacrificing yourself, Lena. We can't afford to lose you too."Lena's eyes flared with the strength of her resolve. "If I don't use the core, we'll lose anyway. I won't let that happen. I won't let this galaxy fall."Jorvik stared at her for a long moment, then nodded, though doubt lingered in his eyes. "Then I'll support you, Commander. But I'm asking you to be careful. The core... it's changing you."Lena's jaw tightened. "I don't have the luxury of caution anymore. We fight with everything we have."