The journey to the council's stronghold was a grueling one, fraught with tension and unspoken suspicion. The atmosphere within the group had shifted—every glance felt weighted, every movement scrutinized. Amara could sense the growing unease as they trudged through the dense underbrush, each step carrying them closer to the frontlines of a war they hadn't yet fully understood.
Kirin had regained some of his strength thanks to Morgana's healing brew, though he was still too weak to travel quickly. Elias had insisted they move fast, and Gaius had reluctantly agreed to take shifts carrying Kirin on a makeshift stretcher. Every second counted, especially with the threat looming over the capital.
