The group stood outside the ruins, their breaths visible in the crisp morning air. The once looming structure behind them now lay silent, its corrupted energies neutralized.
For the first time in hours, the oppressive weight pressing on their minds and bodies had lifted. Yet, the atmosphere was far from celebratory.
Tobi leaned against a jagged boulder, his body trembling from exhaustion.
His mark still glowed faintly, a persistent reminder of the Sentinel's lingering influence. Hannah crouched beside him, her eyes filled with worry.
"You need to rest," she said firmly. "That… thing drained you."
Tobi shook his head, his jaw tight. "We don't have time. The Sentinel might be gone, but the core still has power. Someone else could come for it."
