The dawn broke over the village, casting a warm glow across the quiet streets. Marcus hadn't slept at all; he'd spent the night replaying every word the stranger had said. His mind was alive with questions, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt as if something fundamental had shifted. This so-called "Unseen Alliance"—was it real, or just another elaborate trick?
The villagers went about their morning routines, but a certain nervous energy lingered. Marcus could see it in their glances and the hushed conversations. They all sensed that something was different, that something big was coming. And Marcus knew it was only a matter of time before the stranger's words would test his resolve.
He made his way to the village square, hoping to shake off his doubts. Tom was already there, overseeing some repairs to the well. When he saw Marcus approach, he waved, his usual cheer returning as he greeted his friend.
