The Trial of Sacrifice awaited them, a room shrouded in an eerie, otherworldly glow. In its center stood six ornate pedestals, each holding a crystal vial filled with a shimmering, ethereal liquid. The resistance members approached cautiously, their hearts heavy with anticipation.
Xavier stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the vials. "These vials contain a choice, a terrible one. We must decide who among us will drink from them."
The tension in the room was palpable. They knew that these vials held the power to save lives but at a grave cost. Each vial was labeled with a name - Xavier, Sophia, Tavian, Gabriel, Victor Rookwood, and Ezra.
Sophia's voice trembled as she spoke. "What's the catch? What do we sacrifice by drinking from these vials?"
Gabriel, his face etched with determination, replied, "Our souls. That's the price. We save one life but damn our own."