The convoy descended into the underground, the weight of their mission pressing heavily on everyone. Tobi sat near the back of the transport, silent as the dark tunnels consumed them.
The containment unit holding the shard sat in the center, surrounded by armed guards. Its faint hum filled the silence, a constant reminder of its presence.
Matilda stood near the front, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. The tension in her shoulders was palpable, her hand resting on her holster. Hannah sat to her right, her lips pressed into a thin line. No one spoke, but the air was thick with unasked questions.
Friend appeared beside Tobi, leaning casually against the wall. His expression was unusually pensive, his words betrayed their typical irreverence.
'Home sweet home,' he muttered. 'Nothing like a dark, soul-crushing tunnel to really boost morale.'