The weight of the temple's decree against New Portland loomed heavily over the group. Branded as "a land abandoned by God," the town would be plunged into chaos, left to fend for itself amidst whispers of divine wrath and societal ostracization.
For Mary Ann, it was a matter of urgency. The people who had just begun to look to her and Fenrir for guidance might now abandon them out of fear.
She approached Fenrir with determination etched on her face, her voice filled with concern. "Fenrir, we've waited long enough. Don't you think it's time to go back? The people will be terrified after this. They'll need us more than ever."
Fenrir sat comfortably in his wheelchair, his hands steepled together in contemplation. He regarded Mary Ann with calm eyes, his demeanor starkly contrasting her growing anxiety.
