Around the campfire, our group remained divided, a reflection of the growing chasm between those who believed in the prophecy and those who questioned its validity.
Dante, his internal struggle plain on his face, spoke up. "Eve, I need to talk to you." He cast a cautious glance toward Aria and Lucius, who were still engaged in a heated debate.
Eve nodded and followed him a few paces away, their voices low as they engaged in a private conversation. I couldn't help but watch them, recognizing the familial bond that transcended our mission. Dante's loyalty to his sister was unwavering, yet he was also bound by the ties that now connected him to our group.
Aria and Lucius continued to clash over their interpretation of the prophecy. Aria's conviction was resolute, her belief in the prophecy's promise unshaken. Lucius, however, remained skeptical, his sharp mind dissecting every word of the cryptic message.