A Path Divided

The bitter taste of resolve filled his mouth as he turned to face his team. Alyssia, Garrick, and Ashar sat huddled together, their bruised faces illuminated by the flickering firelight. Their expressions mirrored his own—weariness, pain, and an unspoken hope that had been crushed too many times to count.

"I'm leaving," Kaelen said, his voice firm, though it quivered with an undercurrent of pain.

Alyssia shot to her feet, her chains clinking. "What are you talking about? You can't just walk away!"

"I can't stay either," Kaelen replied, his tone cold but resolute. He glanced at each of them, his voice rising. "I'm done following a prophecy that's brought us nothing but ruin. Done pretending that I'm the savior the world needs when all I've done is fail you. Fail everyone."

Ashar rose slowly, his usually calm demeanor tinged with disbelief. "You think walking away will fix anything? You think you can fight Thorne on your own without us, without your power?"