The core chamber pulsed with an overwhelming intensity, a symphony of light and sound that seemed to blur the line between reality and chaos.
Tobi's mark burned brighter than ever, a searing white-hot beacon that defied the oppressive darkness. The air itself felt alive, heavy with the charge of untamed energy, and the crystalline walls shimmered, casting fractured reflections of the battle within.
The Sentinel stood defiant in the chamber's center, its once-imposing crystalline form now riddled with deep fractures. Shards of its body floated around it like debris caught in an unrelenting maelstrom. Its voice boomed, no longer calm and composed but desperate, almost feral.
"You think this will end me?" the Sentinel roared, its tone sharp and defiant. "Fools! I am the will of this world—its guardian and its wrath. Destroy me, and you seal your fate."