Emerging from the crumbling temple, we stumbled into the cavern, breaths heavy and hearts pounding. The weight of the orb’s revelations pressed down on me, more than the dust and debris of our recent escape. I took a deep breath and turned to the group, their expectant eyes reflecting the same urgency I felt.
“I know who the puppeteer is,” I began, my voice barely a whisper. The words hung in the air, pregnant with the gravity of their implications.
Eve stepped closer, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “Who? Tell us, Alex.”
I swallowed hard, feeling the enormity of the truth I was about to unveil. “The puppeteer is one of the Ancients. He’s been manipulating everything from the shadows, using the prophecy to control the virtual realm.”
Sasha’s eyes widened in disbelief. “One of the Ancients? But why? What could they possibly gain from this?”