The Monk, unable to speak due to his condition, gestured emphatically to his comrades. With a solemn expression, he conveyed, "We all have our secrets. Don't tell me you two have exhausted all your trump cards." His eyes, filled with determination, sought to rekindle the flickering trust among them.
The General and the Priestess exchanged a glance, acknowledging the truth in the Monk's silent plea. They knew they still had reserves of power, hidden techniques, and strategies yet to be revealed. This realization brought a renewed sense of unity among the trio, despite the underlying tension and suspicions that lingered between them.
Despite their renewed sense of unity, a lingering sense of wariness settled among the trio. Each member harbored doubts and suspicions, unsure of the true extent of their comrades' capabilities and intentions. The unspoken tension hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their alliance as they prepared for the looming battle ahead.
