"The magical fluctuations are destabilizing," Lyan muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible amid the chaos. He was caught between two competing desires: intervening to diffuse the situation and maintaining the group's safety.
Torn between the desire to help and the risks of further entanglement, Lyan gauged the situation. The factions involved were deeply entrenched in a dispute over the orb, each seeking to harness its arcane power for their own ends. The increasing potency of the magical mishap warned of the dire consequences that could result from further interference.
Wilhelmina clutched Lyan's arm, her eyes fixed on the ensnared square. "Shouldn't we do something? They're putting everyone in danger!"
Lyan weighed his options, realizing the impact of his actions on the festivity. "Intervening might provoke more havoc. But leaving might risk the festival spiraling into chaos," he muttered, torn between caution and concern.
