The visionsopens with the peaceful hum of nature filling the air—a stark contrast to the tension that lingers within the temple’s central courtyard. Tall trees sway gently in the breeze, their rustling leaves offering a faint comfort to the group gathered in the open space. The sun filters through the canopy, casting soft, dappled light on the stone ground, yet the mood remains anything but serene.
The coalition members stand in a loose circle, their postures stiff, eyes cautious, as though every word, every glance, could be the start of another fracture. Despite Sebastian's exposure of the forgery, the weight of what has transpired hangs heavy in the air. Trust, once the foundation of their unity, is now something fragile, easily shattered, and no one can pretend to be unaffected by the division that nearly tore them apart.