Morgana stood at the edge of the balcony, her heart racing as she surveyed the throng of sect warriors gathered below. The dark figure at the center held the Heart of Oaths aloft, its eerie glow illuminating the faces of the devoted. A palpable energy crackled in the air, and Morgana could sense the tides of fate shifting.
"Now is our chance," Seron said, his voice firm and steady. "If we disrupt their ritual before they can fully harness the Heart, we may have a chance to weaken their grip on its power."
"Agreed," Kirin replied, determination etched across his features. "But we need a distraction. If we charge in blindly, we risk being overwhelmed."
Elias nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. "I can create a diversion. There's a narrow ledge that leads around to the other side of the hall. If I can get over there, I can draw their attention."
Morgana felt a rush of anxiety. "It's too risky. You could get caught."
