The air was thick with tension, each breath labored as the group stood in a circle, the druid’s words hanging ominously over them like a storm cloud about to break.
“We must use the power of the sacred grove,” the druid said, his voice low and steady, “to lure the ancient evil into a trap. It is the only way to stop it.”
Adrian's brow furrowed, his fists tightening at his sides. "A trap? Do you even understand what you're suggesting?" His voice trembled, not with fear, but with anger, frustration, a palpable sense of betrayal. “You're asking us to gamble with our lives—our souls.”
The druid's gaze, calm but unyielding, met Adrian's. "Not a gamble, Adrian. A necessity. The grove holds ancient power, a power that can weaken the evil long enough for us to seal it. But the price... it is not one easily paid."
"A price?" Jakob’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and bitter. "There's
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