The air was thick with tension, as if time itself had frozen in that moment. The One Ring in Frodo's hand glowed with black light, its immense temptation once again seeping into the hearts of everyone around. Though he held the Ring firmly, his eyes revealed an undeniable pain. Despite knowing the Ring's evil, the temptation it radiated made it hard for him to resist, causing an internal struggle that he couldn't avoid.
"Frodo..." I whispered, my voice full of concern. "Can you hold on?"
Frodo didn't respond, his grip on the Ring tightening. His eyes, though dim, shimmered with resolve as he looked down at the Ring, silently battling it.
"We must do this," he finally spoke, his voice low but firm. "This is our only chance."
At that moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on Frodo. Not only did he carry the burden of destroying the Ring, but he also had to combine its power with the Seeing Stone to seal the power of the Space Gem, saving the world.
