Where's Scott?

"Scott and Mark," a voice boomed, deep and commanding. It was impossible to tell which masked figure had spoken. "You have survived the Trials, a feat few can claim. Yet survival alone does not guarantee your freedom."

Mark clenched his fists, his voice steady but edged with frustration. "What more do you want? We've proven ourselves."

Another voice answered, colder than the first. "Proof of strength is not proof of loyalty. The Council requires assurance that you will serve the realm and not disrupt its balance."

Scott stepped forward, defiance in his eyes. "We didn't endure your death traps to become your pawns. If this is about loyalty, you've got the wrong guys."

Krell chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the chamber. "Bold, as always. But you misunderstand. This is not a negotiation. You've shown great resilience and skill, qualities we value. However, your fates rest on your willingness to contribute to the greater good."