As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees, we set up camp. The aftermath of our encounter at the temple weighed heavily on everyone. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very forest around us was holding its breath. The flickering campfire illuminated our faces, reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and unease.
Raven broke the silence, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken doubts. "Did we make the right choice, leaving the Orb behind?" She stared into the flames, her expression conflicted. "We could have used its power, maybe even to end this war."
I felt the question reverberate through the group. It was the elephant in the room, a question we all had been avoiding. "We couldn't risk it," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "The Orb's power is too unpredictable, too dangerous. If it fell into the wrong hands..."
