THE TEMPEST WITHIN

A sudden sense of anxiety cut through the joyous atmosphere like a knife. A Bloodmoon warrior, his face furrowed with displeasure, dashed for Alpha Orion. The crowd's murmuring faded as all eyes focused on the upcoming fight.

"Alpha Orion," the warrior said, his voice loaded with challenge, "standing by as you pledge us to Eleanor and her quest just doesn't feel right to me. "That is not what we are about."

Alpha Orion glanced at him, calm as a cucumber, his gaze concealing an inner tempest. "Take it easy, buddy," he replied, his commanding voice cutting through the noise. "It is decided. Eleanor has earned our support."

The warrior's posture stiffened, his muscles stiffening as rage bubbled beneath the surface. His gaze was filled with a defiant attitude, and his hands, now fists, shook slightly at his side. His gravelly voice, filled with emotion, cut through the silence.