The remnants of the shadowy sentinel's presence lingered like a cold aftertaste, etched into the walls of Ithrial's archives. As the group retraced their steps out of the crystalline chamber, the oppressive air thickened, almost as though the city itself mourned the confrontation.
Daniel led the way, the energy of the core pulsing faintly within him. It was no longer a wild storm but a simmering force, one that responded to the dangers surrounding them. Each step he took felt heavier, the weight of the Abyss's gaze pressing against his very being.
"We're not alone anymore," Mira whispered, her blade glowing faintly as she scanned their surroundings.
Kellan grunted. "We haven't been alone since we stepped foot in this place. That thing wasn't just a sentinel—it was a scout. Whatever comes next will be worse."