The voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a knife, drawing all eyes to the new arrival. It was Sage, her features illuminated by the moonlight, casting a gentle glow that contradicted the tension in the clearing. She stood a few paces behind Xavier, her expression a mix of concern and frustration.

"Sage," Xavier breathed, a flicker of hope igniting within him. He felt the weight of her presence, knowing she understood the stakes. But he also sensed her hesitation, the internal struggle playing out behind her eyes.

“Leave, Sage,” Della warned, her lips curling into a snarl. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“It concerns everyone,” she replied evenly, unwavering in...