The Northern Sector base stands cold and rigid against the coastline when General Bibi arrives. The failed division lines up in formation, tension visible in their posture. They expect judgment. They expect humiliation. They expect punishment. Instead, they receive silence. Her gaze moves across them like a blade measuring where to cut first. The air shifts when Colonel Arman Kade steps forward to greet her. He does not look intimidated. He does not overcompensate. He meets her eyes steadily as if she is something to be understood rather than feared. She informs him she is there to correct his division. He replies calmly that they do not require correction. The challenge is subtle but undeniable. Training begins immediately. She dismantles their drills, exposes hesitation, and demands precision. When she enters the sparring ring and defeats their best fighters, Arman steps forward last. He does not posture. He does not flinch. He adapts to her movements instead of resisting them blindly. When she finally forces him to the ground, he looks up at her without resentment — only assessment. The mission that brought her here may have been a failure. But the real conflict has only just begun.