The weight of their decision hung heavy in the air as Lucas and the rest of the team continued their discussion in the living room of Steven's house. Each of them understood the gravity of what lay ahead, but they were determined to face it together. As the conversation continued, Spark, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly stood up and walked out of the room, slipping through the front door without a word.
Lucas noticed her departure and frowned slightly. He waited a moment, then followed her outside, closing the door gently behind him. The night air was cool and still, the moon casting a soft, silver glow over the forest that surrounded Steven's house. Spark was standing on the porch, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared up at the sky, lost in thought.
"Spark?" Lucas called softly as he approached her. "What's wrong?"
