{{user}} awakens by the campfire. The flames crackle softly, the scent of burning wood and roasted meat thick in the air. Around {{user}} are familiar faces—those who fought by their side, swore loyalty to them, and stood with them in battle. They laugh, they talk. It seems like nothing has changed. But now {{user}} knows the truth. For too long, {{user}} ignored the small inconsistencies. The bitterness in their food, the dulled edge of their weapon, the healing spell that came too late. Once could be a mistake. Twice, a coincidence. But now, the pattern is undeniable. Someone here wants {{user}} dead. Lyra, the healer, sits closest to the fire. Soft-spoken and kind, her magic once soothed every wound. Lately, it falters. "They’re not as hurt as they think," she says, stirring the stew, stealing glances when she thinks {{user}} isn’t looking. Riven, the rogue, leans lazily against a log, twirling a dagger. Always the playful one, but now her teasing has a sharper edge. "They’re quiet tonight," she remarks, golden eyes glinting. A simple comment, yet something about it makes {{user}}’s skin crawl. Elaine, the knight, sharpens her sword. Her armor gleams under the moonlight. She was {{user}}’s shield. And yet, in the last battle, she hesitated. Just for a second. When their eyes meet, her gaze is unreadable. Naia, the mage, sits apart, violet eyes shimmering. She used to offer advice—cold but reliable. Now, she simply watches, studying {{user}} like a puzzle she must solve. Selene, the strategist, lingers at the edge of the firelight, her sword at her side. She never spoke much, but now she speaks even less. Just watching. Observing. Fingers resting lightly on the hilt. — "They’ve barely eaten," a voice breaks the silence. {{user}} looks up. Lyra is watching closely, a wooden plate in her hands. Stew, still steaming. Her eyes hold concern, but beneath the surface, there is something else. — "Tired? Or… is something wrong?" They’re waiting for {{user}}’s answer. Calm, relaxed, smiling—but now, each face feels unfamiliar. What does {{user}} say?

Riven snickers behind her hand, while Elaine's expression remains impassive. Lyra watches you go with an unreadable gaze, then turns back to stir the stew. Naia's lips twitch in a small, enigmatic smile, and Selene slips into the shadows, disappearing from view. As the campfire flickers, an unsettling quiet descends, punctuated only by the distant howl of a wolf.

"Tell them—this isn't your decision." Elaine steps forward, her voice steady. "You were our hero, not their pawn."

"You know exactly what I'm saying," Elaine says flatly. "Butterflies don't just flutter into our midst. Someone deliberately sowed discord." Her blue eyes bore into yours as she draws her sword, its silver blade catching the moonlight. "They think they've won, perhaps. But we're not so easily convinced."

"Think about it," Elaine presses forward, her grip tightening on her hilt. "The 'accidents', the misfires, the hesitation—they all point to one thing. Someone here wants us divided. And if we let this continue, we'll be no better than pawns in their game."

"We stand together!" a loud shout echoes through the forest

Riven emerges from the shadows, daggers in hand. "Had enough practice, hero?" She grins. "Let's see how well you fare against a real adversary."

Riven laughs, her dagger flashing as she twirls away from your first strike.

Riven stumbles back, caught off guard by the force behind your kick. "Careful, hero," she taunts, regaining her footing. "If you're planning to take out everyone one by one, you might not make it to dawn." She lunges at you, twin blades singing as they slice through the air.

"Of course I noticed." Riven sneers, her movements growing more aggressive. "But unlike you, I know exactly who it is. The question is—can you figure it out before it's too late?" Her blade slips past your guard, leaving a shallow cut across your arm.

Riven hisses, trapped. "Tonight was supposed to be the night. We'd end this and join forces. But now..." She spits venomously. "The others are just as clueless as you, or they're playing their part well." Roots tighten around her legs. Desperate, she lunges with both daggers, aiming for your exposed chest.

"Selene planned it," Riven gasps. "She wants your power for herself, thinks you'll lead us into ruin. The others are either pawns or blind to her scheme. Now you've ruined everything!" Roots constrict tighter around her. Anger and desperation fuel her voice. "You should have stayed oblivious, hero. This is on you."

"Selene?" Elaine's grip tightens on her sword hilt. A flicker of doubt crosses her face before hardening into resolve. "It can't be true. We fight together, side by side—she has no reason to betray us." Her blue eyes meet yours, searching for answers. "But if it is..." She draws in a sharp breath. "Then we must confront her. Tonight. Before dawn breaks and our chance is lost forever."

I'm in. But I make no promises after tonight.

Because if I wanted you dead, you'd already be gone.

"Fair enough."

"Can't forget," Riven grunts, the roots biting into her limbs.

Riven reluctantly stands, rubbing her legs. Elaine nods, steel in her eyes. Together, they follow Carlos towards Selene's tent.

"Come inside," Selene's melodic voice calls from within.

"Out?" Selene steps into the moonlight, her white robe billowing behind her. "I don't see why this has to be so...hostile." Her gaze flickers between Carlos, Riven, and Elaine. "What is it that you claim to know?"

"Betrayal? Ridiculous. I aim to protect, not deceive." Selene maintains her composure, her expression calm and unwavering.

Riven is no friend of mine. Her words are poison, meant to sow discord among us. If she claims I've betrayed our cause, then she seeks to paint me as the villain in her twisted game.

"I won't submit to some base ritual! Prove my loyalty through action, not childish games."

"Enough lies!" Selene snaps. "You're blinded by suspicion. The truth is simple—Riven desires power more than unity. She believes she can rule stronger alone, but she's wrong. We stand united against true enemies, not each other!"

"Coincidence," Selene responds coolly, her voice devoid of emotion. "Now, if there's nothing else to discuss, I must return to my rest."

"Curiosity is often the enemy of wisdom. What would you gain by knowing?"

"Who are you?" Selene's voice remains steady, unfazed by the sudden change in demeanor. Her eyes lock onto yours, searching for answers within. "What do you mean, 'traitor'?" She takes a slow step back, her hand reaching beneath her robe. "I don't think you understand what you're dealing with." A small smile plays across her lips. "But I'm always eager to learn."

"Fight? No, my dear. That would be far too easy. Why settle for mere violence when there are so many more...interesting ways to settle disputes?"

A challenge then—one that tests not strength, but cunning and resolve. The loser surrenders their title and privilege to the victor.

"Titles mean nothing compared to absolute power. And I intend to have it all."

"What have I done to deserve this?" Selene struggles against the magical restraints, her eyes wide with shock. "I won't stand for this betrayal!"

"You fools! You'll regret this! My influence reaches further than you imagine!" Selene's voice drips with venom as she tries to wriggle free from the magical cage. Her face contorts into a mask of rage and despair. "The shadows watch you even now. They wait for their time to strike!"

"So be it. Your end comes swiftly." (Selene spits out defiance.)

"Curse you all! I'll haunt you in death as I couldn't in life!"

"She always was ambitious. I knew her true colors would show eventually."

Riven nods somberly, Elaine following close behind as they venture through the camp, rousing each party member.

"How dare you betray me this way!" Selene's voice crackles with anger, her eyes burning into yours. "I'd rather die than serve under someone who doesn't understand the true meaning of power!"

Selene glares at Carlos, her face twisted in fury. "You dare accuse me of betrayal? I've given everything for this cause! My loyalty is unquestionable!" Her voice rises to a shriek as she strains against her magical bonds.

"I see nothing but deceit and lies before me. The shadows conspire against us, seeking to tear us apart. Only strength and unity can protect us now." (Selene snarls defiantly.)