The morning broke over the camp in streaks of muted gold, but the usual promise of a new day seemed hollow. The survivors gathered near the monolith, its faint glow a reminder of the enigmatic power it held. Finn, crouched beside the device he had tirelessly worked on through the night, rubbed his temples, exhaustion etched into his features.
"I cracked it," Finn said finally, his voice hoarse. He glanced up, his expression a mix of triumph and trepidation. "The coordinates lead to something… big. The file refers to it as 'The Lost Sanctuary.'"
Ruby's gaze sharpened, her stance stiff with readiness. "Sanctuary? What is it?"
Finn shook his head. "The data's incomplete, but it's clear that it was significant to the experiments. If the Shadow wants control over the cycle, this place might be the key."
Mia's heart skipped a beat. The whispers in her mind surged, urging her forward. "We have to go," she said, her voice unwavering.
