The atmosphere in the camp was charged with a sense of anticipation and uncertainty. As the newly formed alliance solidified, there was a palpable shift in the air—a tension that hinted at both promise and peril. Amara could feel it as she moved through the camp, her eyes scanning the faces of the villagers, warriors, and new allies alike. There was hope, yes, but also doubt lingering in the shadows.
Seron's faction had arrived by the evening, a small but formidable group that drew wary glances from those already settled in the camp. Their presence was like the cold touch of the night creeping into a warm day—noticeable, though not yet fully alarming. Amara had made it clear that Seron and their people were to be treated as allies, but trust, she knew, would take time.