A Failed Mediation

The inner sanctum of the temple, where the walls are adorned with ancient carvings and symbols, their meanings lost to time. The flickering light of candles casts long shadows across the space, creating an eerie contrast with the tense, chaotic atmosphere inside. The room feels like a place of power, but now it is suffused with a suffocating sense of division and fear.

At the center of the room stands Thalia, her eyes closed as she concentrates deeply, her breath slow and steady. The air around her is thick, saturated with anger, fear, and distrust. The voices of her fellow coalition members still echo through the temple, their accusations and frustrations reaching a fever pitch. But Thalia—whose psychic abilities have always been her strength-is, is trying to use them now to calm the storm within her group.

Thalia's voice was soft but firm, reaching out to the group with her mind. "Please, everyone, listen to me. This will tear us apart if we don’t come together."