The words lingered inside the command center even after Adrian walked out.
Nobody stopped him.
Nobody tried to ask more questions.
Because after everything that had happened, everyone inside that room already understood what rebuilding truly meant.
Not just walls.
Not just vehicles.
People.
They had to rebuild people too.
The hallways of Basa Air Base felt quieter now compared to the chaos from the past several days. The constant emergency alarms were gone. The deafening thunder of artillery no longer shook the walls every few seconds.
But the silence did not feel peaceful.
It felt exhausted.
Adrian walked through the corridor slowly while passing soldiers carrying supply crates, mechanics covered in oil working beside damaged vehicles, and medical personnel rushing stretchers toward different sections of the base.
Even after the battle ended, Basa Air Base still looked wounded.
