As the days passed, Azaelith worked to gain the trust of the rebels. She trained alongside them, sharing what she knew and learning from their experiences. But tensions were high. Not everyone trusted her, and whispers of betrayal began to circulate.
One night, as Azaelith walked through the enclave, she overheard a group of rebels talking.
"She's dangerous," one of them said. "That Mark of hers... it's unnatural."
"She could be working with the Ascendants," another added. "What if this is all a trap?"
Azaelith felt a surge of anger, but she forced herself to remain calm. She knew earning their trust would take time, but the doubts and suspicions were a reminder of just how fragile their alliance was.