Myles sat down on one of the wooden chairs inside the tent, the fabric walls muting the noise from outside into a dull murmur.
For several seconds no one spoke. The weight of the decision pressed against the air between them.
Lilian walked past Ethan without hesitation and took the chair he had been about to sit on. Ethan stopped immediately and stepped back, giving it to her without complaint.
She only gave him a small nod, her expression calm and distant. To her, the others were merely Myles' companions. She did not share closeness with them, only alignment of interest.
"Alright," Myles said at last, breaking the silence. "I think we should join the assault. The altar is big. If Michael's description is accurate, it could become another major source to strengthen us."
Victor crossed his arms. "I still don't trust them."
"I don't either," Myles replied. "But we don't need to, right?"
