The air at the Vanguard camp carried a heavy tension following the destruction of the shard. It was an uneasy calm, like the eye of a storm.
Every soldier, engineer, and strategist moved with an urgency that betrayed their fear. Despite their recent victory, everyone knew the Sentinel would not sit idly by.
Tobi sat at the edge of the camp. The mark glowed faintly, a steady pulse that synchronized with his heartbeat. It wasn't pain he felt—more like a quiet whisper at the back of his mind. The Sentinel was waiting, watching.
Hannah found him there, her usual calm replaced with worry. "You've been out here for hours. You need rest."
"I'm fine," Tobi replied, his voice distant. "I just… can't stop thinking about it. The shard said the Sentinel warned it about me. How far does its influence reach? How much does it already know?"
Hannah knelt beside him, her eyes searching his. "We'll figure it out, Tobi. Together. You're not facing this alone."