The Growing Distrust

As Lena walked away from the war room, her thoughts were clouded. She had spent so much time focusing on the Rhytil that she had failed to notice the growing division within her own leadership. She had trusted her allies, believed that they were united in their goal. But now, it seemed that cracks were forming everywhere.

Back in the Alliance Council, the murmurs were louder. Some commanders were openly questioning Lena's decision-making. Others wondered if the power of the core was already beyond her control, if she was becoming a puppet of forces she couldn't even comprehend.

"I've heard it too," General Lyra muttered to Commander Tavon as they walked through the corridors. "People are questioning her. The more she relies on the core, the more it seems like she's lost touch with us."

Tavon nodded, his expression grim. "The core is not just a weapon—it's changing her. We've all seen it. It's making her more ruthless, more distant."

"Maybe it's what we need to win the war," Lyra said softly, her voice laced with doubt. "But what happens when she starts seeing us as expendable? When she's willing to sacrifice the very people she's trying to protect?"

Tavon shook his head. "We can't afford to take that risk. The Rhytil might be our biggest threat, but Lena might be turning into one of our own."