Chapter 82: Fractured Loyalties
The campfire flickered in the center of the war tent, casting long shadows that danced against the walls. The air was thick with tension, the weight of Alex's decisions pressing down on her like a boulder. The council's agreement to fight united was a fragile thing, held together by fragile threads of trust. And yet, in the midst of that fragile unity, something darker stirred—something Alex couldn't yet name.
She stood at the edge of the tent, her back to the others as she gazed out into the night. The winds in the wastelands carried with them a cold promise, one that spoke of death and destruction. But it was more than the physical danger that kept her awake. It was the uncertainty in the eyes of her allies, the lingering doubts that gnawed at her.
