The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on our faces. The aftermath of the battle had left us all on edge, the weight of our mission pressing heavily on our shoulders. Sasha stood before us, her eyes glowing with a mix of determination and urgency.
“We don’t have much time,” she began, her voice steady but laced with tension. “The corruption is spreading faster than we anticipated. We need to move quickly if we’re going to stop the puppeteer.”
The group listened intently, the gravity of her words sinking in. Felix and Eve exchanged worried glances, while Victor’s expression remained stoic. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, the responsibility of leadership weighing heavily on me.
Sasha continued, detailing her findings. “The corruption is not just spreading; it’s converging. The puppeteer is using it to draw us in, to weaken us before the final confrontation. We need to strike before it’s too late.”