Chapter 105 Confrontation with Victor

As dawn broke, casting a pale light over the camp, I found myself once again wrestling with the doubts that had plagued me through the night. The vivid nightmare about the prophecy still clung to my mind, a haunting reminder of the stakes we faced. I wandered to the edge of our camp, seeking solitude, but Victor’s presence loomed behind me like a shadow.

“Alex,” Victor called out, his voice a mix of frustration and challenge. I turned to face him, already feeling the tension radiating from his stance. His eyes were sharp, questioning.

“What is it, Victor?” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady.

“You’ve been distant,” he said, stepping closer. “We’re on the brink of something monumental, and your hesitation is palpable. What’s going on?”

I clenched my fists, the weight of his words pressing down on me. “I’m doing my best, Victor. We all are.”