The camp's atmosphere was heavy with unease as Kaen paced beneath the flickering firelight. Every face around him wore a mask of worry, eyes darting, searching for signs of the hidden betrayer. Trust, once the foundation of their alliance, now seemed fragile as smoke on the wind.
Mira approached quietly, her voice steady but low. "We can't afford to let fear divide us. The enemy wants us broken from within."
Kaen nodded, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter. "Agreed. But we must also be smart. We'll split into teams. Each will watch the others closely."
Taron frowned. "It feels like a trap waiting to happen."
"Maybe it is," Kaen admitted. "But if we don't act now, the Flamespire's power will fall into the wrong hands—and that could destroy everything."
Outside the camp, shadows stirred as a hooded figure moved silently through the trees, unseen but ever watchful. The game of trust and betrayal had only just begun—and the flames of war were about to ignite again.