Back With The Resistance Team!

As I pushed my way through the abandoned streets of the city, still breathing heavily from the dodging attacks, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease lurking in me. The resistance had been surprisingly quiet lately, and I couldn't jostle the feeling that something was wrong.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a glimmer of motion. I spun around, my hand going instinctively to my lance, and found myself face-to-face with the team of resistance warriors.

For a moment, we stood there in quietness, eyeing each other warily. Then, Maya stepped forward; her eyes settled on mine.

"You're one of us, remember?" she said, her voice intense. "Don't be brainwashed from the chateau lunatics."

I felt a swell of solace wash over me. I had been feeling so unaided lately, so secluded in my warfare against the dream weavers. But now, encircled by my fellow resistance troopers, I felt a sense of intent once again.

Together, we made our way through the serpentine alleyways of the city, descending through shadows and bypassing detection. It wasn't long before we came upon a confidential admission to the resistance's undercover headquarters.

Inside, I found myself girdled by a throng of activity. Polemicists were occupied strategizing and coaching, their faces gloomy but committed. As I made my way deeper into the hideout, I heard tales of a new expansion, a finding that could turn the tide of the war in our favor.

And then I saw it. The dream weavers' greatest weapon, a tremendous apparatus that could ensnare complete metropolises in a never-ending dream state. It was unnerving to behold, and yet, at that moment, I knew that we had to obliterate it.

The resistance fighters looked at me, their eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and judgment. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, and said, "We strike tonight."

One fighter, a short boy youthful as 15, it was Edward, a meritorious boy who had volunteered, arrived out of the training unit with a gaunt face. 

"A loyalist is 'ere, miss! What 'e gonna do?!" The boy rushed around frantically, waving his hands, wailing and shrieking.

"Shh, Edward! Shush!" Maya stifled his scream; the boy halted abruptly and muttered snappishly.

Maya bolted inside the quarter; people were shouting and dashing around. She noticed a loyalist clutching the scraps of our revolutionary serum; Maya punctured her spear inside him, and the proponent tumbled to the ground with a lurid thud and hollered as the stinging thrust hit him hard.

"Well done!"

"Wow, I wanna be like Maya!"