The Oracle's prophecy, as vague as it was unsettling, still lingered in the air of the army's great hall. The stone walls, adorned with banners bearing Baringer's coat of arms, seemed to absorb the tense silence. Miller, Barrios, Atar, and Dante stared at the spot where the Oracle had stood, each lost in their own thoughts.
Atar broke the silence, his tone calm but firm. "Oracle, I know you can't tell us everything. But we're talking about the world's future. Any advice to guide us?"