Lyerin turned to face the new tribe members, his eyes scanning the group.
Their faces were a mix of confusion, fear, and anticipation.
They had followed him—whether by force or necessity—through the horrors of the survival game.
And now, standing at the precipice of a new era where the ruined magical world was intertwined with Earth, he knew they were grappling with the uncertainty of what lay ahead.
"You all have a choice," Lyerin said, his voice calm but commanding.
"I brought you here because I needed an army, but now, with the connection to the ruined magical world, I don't need to rely on anyone from Earth anymore. I can recruit in that world.
"So, you can leave if you want. You can find your freedom, gather some supplies, maybe even some meat to survive. Or you can stay here, with me, and continue to fight. The choice is yours."