The atmosphere grew tense as no one was willing to back down.
"Stop fighting!"
Theia called out, her voice sharp before her mind could process any more. She felt that all of this was just a misunderstanding, but it seemed too late. The seed of doubt had already been planted. Onia was convinced these people were cultists, and the mercenaries believed Onia to be the same.
"We're on the same side! Onia, this is the mercenary, tasked with helping me and my friend wipe out the cult! Mercenary, this is Onia, my sister! There's no need to fight! It's all a misunderstanding!" Theia's voice rang out with authority, enough to lower some of the mercenaries' weapons.
"Is she really your sister?" one of the leading mercenaries asked.
