Relief. Frustration. Terror. Confusion. Guilt. A kaleidoscope of emotions swirled within Alex, each vying for dominance over the melody within them. The Whisperwood's agreement hung heavy, a pact forged in desperation, and the weight of it pressed down on Alex's shoulders.
Echo, ever the stoic warrior, offered a comforting hand on their shoulder. "We did what we had to do, Alex. There were no easy answers."
But the logic did little to quell the storm within. Alex felt a surge of anger, hot and searing, directed at the Whisperwood, at the dream devil Xaltoth, at the fragments plaguing their world. Why them? Why force their hand into such a precarious situation?
The anger morphed into frustration. The solution to saving their world seemed as elusive as ever. The whispers of the forest remained a mystery, their true intentions shrouded in ambiguity. Xaltoth's presence, a constant reminder of the deal they'd struck, gnawed at Alex's trust.
