Later that evening, Lena stood before the core once more, the faint glow casting eerie shadows on the walls. The power it offered was so tempting, but the cost—the cost was everything.
She stared at her reflection in the surface of the core, seeing the exhaustion, the doubt, and the fear in her eyes. Was this the leader she was meant to be? Was this who she had become?
And what if this is the only way to save them?
But the question lingered: at what cost? How much more of herself was she willing to lose to win this war?
Her hand hovered over the core, trembling. One more time, she thought. Just one more time, and it will be over.
But the hesitation lingered. She couldn't shake the image of Elias's face, filled with concern, filled with love. She wasn't sure if she could keep pretending everything was okay, if she could keep up the act that she had it all under control.
The price was becoming too high. And Lena wasn't sure if she could pay it anymore.