The echo of their footsteps faded into the darkness of the tunnel as Stella led her team back through the damp corridors. Each step felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the knowledge of what lay ahead. They had struck a decisive blow against the Prophet, but the price would be high.
Once they emerged into the open air, the cool breeze felt invigorating against their flushed faces. They regrouped in a hidden alley, the shadows offering temporary safety from the chaos they had just escaped.
"Alright," Stella said, pulling the group together. "We need to regroup and plan our next move. The Prophet will retaliate, and we need to be ready."
Finn leaned against a wall, arms crossed. "He's not just going to sit back and let this slide. He'll come after us hard. We need allies—people who aren't afraid to stand up against him."
