As Jihoon and Daehyun ventured through dense forests toward the Moonshadow Tribe, tensions simmered back at the sanctuary. Among the disciples, whispers of discontent grew louder, fueled by fear and exhaustion.
Seojun stood at the center of the growing unrest. "Jihoon's vision is noble," he argued, "but is it realistic? How can magic, something so new, compete with centuries of martial arts mastery?"
Several disciples nodded, their faces shadowed by doubt. Among them was Jinsol, who hesitated. "But Jihoon saved us… He gave us hope when no one else would."
"That hope won't matter if we're all dead," Seojun snapped.
Unknown to them, a spy hidden among their ranks observed the dissent, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.