Chapitre 393: Black Boxes

Alice sat in the makeshift command tent, surrounded by stacks of mission reports and maps spread out before her. The flickering light of a nearby lantern illuminated her focused expression as she meticulously reviewed each document, ensuring that the plan was being executed with precision and efficiency.

Her eyes scanned the details, absorbing the information with a sharp intellect honed through years of strategic warfare. Every move, every maneuver, had to be scrutinized and analyzed, for the stakes were too high to leave anything to chance. The fate of humanity rested on their success.

Outside the tent, the sounds of a bustling camp filled the air. Soldiers hurried by, their armor clanking softly as they prepared for the next phase of the operation. The distant rumble of machinery and the murmur of conversations intertwined, creating an atmosphere of controlled chaos.