As the sun reached its zenith, bathing the forest in a warm golden light, Dea and her companions found themselves at a crossroads. Before them stretched two diverging paths, each disappearing into the depths of the ancient woods.
Dea furrowed her brow, studying the paths intently. Instinct whispered to her, a faint voice guiding her towards one of the paths, while uncertainty tugged at her from the other. She glanced at her companions, searching for any sign of agreement or dissent in their expressions.
"It seems we must choose our path," she murmured, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.
Her companions nodded in understanding, their eyes reflecting the same mixture of determination and apprehension that mirrored her own.
"We must choose wisely," Eren, the seasoned warrior of their group, cautioned. "Our decision could determine the course of our journey."
