UNMASKING TREACHERY

The camp was illuminated by the golden glow of the morning sun, yet tension hung heavy in the air. Eleanor, typically showing determination in her bright eyes, appeared concerned as she stood next to Lucas. His jaw remained firm, and the wrinkles on his face became more pronounced due to hours spent without sleep. Surrounding them, the group assembled, moving cautiously and watchful, their eyes flickering like skittish animals.

Eleanor inhaled deeply, feeling the burden of their situation weighing heavily on her shoulders. "We must confront this directly," she started, her voice unwavering yet infused with a sense of importance.

Lucas advanced, looking at their comrades with his eyes. "He declared that there is a betrayer in our midst," each word hitting hard. Whispers spread among the crowd, with eyes growing wider in disbelief and anxiety.