The aftermath of the sentinel attack lingered in the air, heavy and oppressive. Adira wiped her blade clean, her movements mechanical as her mind raced. The mission had always seemed insurmountable, but now it was starting to feel impossible. They were fighting shadows with no end in sight.
"We need to move," Kael said, his voice cutting through the silence. His tone was as sharp as ever, but there was a flicker of urgency beneath it.
Kane sheathed his blade, his gaze scanning their surroundings. "Move where? We barely survived that. If they regroup—"
"They won't," Kael interrupted, his expression grim. "Not immediately, at least. Their numbers are limited without the entity's full power."
Finn let out a hollow laugh, his hands still trembling as he cleaned his dagger. "Limited? That didn't feel limited."
