The tension hung in the air as they pondered their next move. The weight of the situation bore down on them, making even the simplest question feel monumental.
"So, who's going to take it?" Cedric asked, his voice tinged with apprehension as he gestured toward the crown.
"I'll do it," Jett replied without hesitation.
Rey raised an eyebrow, his concern apparent. "You sure you don't want me to do this one? Maybe I'll have plot armor on my side," he joked, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
Jett sighed, not amused. "Stop treating this like a game. We could actually die here." His eyes scanned the king from a safe distance, calculating the risk.
"What's the plan?" Cedric asked, sharing Rey's concern. "It could be a trap."
"Of course it is..." Rey began, but before he could finish, Jett interrupted.
"Got it," Jett declared, holding the crown in his hand.
