The days after Kai's trial were busy and full of preparation. Maps were spread out on large tables, supplies were gathered, and the knights argued about plans. Kai trained every day, following Eldrin's strict but helpful lessons. But even with all the activity, something felt off. The queen's urgency made it clear—they didn't have much time.
One evening, Kai was walking near his room when he overheard two courtiers talking in hushed voices.
"The Tear of Elara is a waste of time. The queen is putting too much trust in this so-called hero," one said quietly.
"He's just a child," the other replied angrily. "And sending troops into the Darklands? It's complete madness."
Kai froze, their words hitting him like a punch. He knew people doubted him, but hearing it said out loud hurt. He turned to leave, but then he heard faint footsteps behind him. Whipping around, he saw nothing—just the flickering light of the torches on the walls. A shiver ran down his spine.
The next morning, Kai was in the training yard, hitting a wooden dummy with sharp, angry strikes. Lirae walked up and tossed him a waterskin.
"You're overdoing it," she said.
Kai caught the waterskin and took a long sip. "I overheard people talking last night. They don't believe I can do this."
Lirae's face softened for a moment before she shrugged. "Let them doubt. What matters is what you do, not what they think."
Eldrin arrived just then, looking serious. "There's been a problem in the south wing of the palace," he said. "Kai, you should stay with us from now on."
"A problem?" Kai asked, frowning.
"A servant overheard plans to ruin the mission. There are spies in the court," Eldrin explained, his tone grim.
Kai felt a chill in his chest. This wasn't just about proving himself anymore. Someone was working against them, and they wanted to see him fail.