"Everything comes with a price!"

Inside the dimly lit cave, the air thick with dust and the sound of stones scraping against the rough ground, two figures were engaged in a solemn task. The older of the two, with long white hair cascading down his back, his face lined with wrinkles that told tales of a lifetime of trials, gazed with a pained expression towards a raised platform where a lifeless body lay.

In a voice heavy with the weight of his resolve, he whispered to his companion, "There's always a price to pay." His words hung in the air, a somber reminder of the sacrifices that had been made and the consequences that they failed to foresee.

F'tree, stood silently beside his master, his gaze shifting between the weathered face of the elder and the motionless body laid out on the stone platform. The flickering light created by the master's power, a final act of kindness for the pained and corrupted soul before them painted distorted shadows that danced across their solemn expressions.

"Is this alright, master?" F'tree's voice was soft, tinged with a hint of uncertainty, as he dared to question the decision to keep the truth hidden. "Shouldn't the world know?"

His master's response was not immediate, the man's aged features reflected a mix of sorrow and resolve. His voice, though worn with age, carried a deep sense of wisdom and experience. "It is what it is," he replied, his words measured and heavy with unspoken truths. "One day, someday, a time will come when their story will be told in a way that it should be told. It is not ours to tell. Now, let him rest."

As he spoke, the master's expression softened, his eyes glistened with unshed tears that spoke of a burden carried for too long. F'tree, sensing the weight of his master's words, stood in respectful silence, his own features mirroring a mix of understanding and reverence for the solemn duty they bore.

A more deafening silence soon encompassed them. The dusty and metallic scent of the air around them seemed to hold the weight of the untold story and unspoken truths, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made and the secret that would be kept in the shadows of the cave.

As the minutes dragged on, the stillness became too heavy and with a shared understanding, the two companions turned their attention back to the task at hand. Together, they pushed against the massive boulder, straining against its weight as they worked to seal off the entrance to the crevice in the cave. The echoes of their efforts reverberated through the cavern, a final act of closure and secrecy in the depths of the earth.

"Master, where do go from here? "

"We go nowhere. We shall wait, F'tree. We shall wait."