The chamber remained tense, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words and expectations. Amara stood before the Council of Elders, her heart pounding as she awaited their deliberation. Kirin, Seraphina, and the others flanked her, their expressions a mixture of determination and apprehension.
The elder who had spoken before, a woman named Elder Elowen, gestured for silence. "We must consider the implications of what you propose. The oaths have shaped our society for generations, and to dismiss them entirely is no small matter."
Amara met her gaze, refusing to shy away. "I understand the significance of the oaths, but their purpose has been twisted. They have become instruments of control rather than pathways to understanding and growth. We have the power to reshape our fate."