The morning light brought no solace. The aftermath of the shard beast attack hung over the settlement like a storm cloud, thick with tension and unease.
Tobi joined the others in repairing the damaged defenses, but the cracks in the settlement's unity were harder to mend. Every nail hammered into a plank felt like a temporary fix to a problem that was deeply rooted in mistrust and fear.
The distrust between the Vanguard and the surface dwellers was palpable. Even simple tasks became fraught with conflict as old suspicions resurfaced and tempers flared.
"You're wasting resources," Roger snapped at Matilda as she examined one of the broken turrets, his voice sharp like the edge of a blade.
Matilda didn't even look up, her focus on the machinery. "I'm trying to make sure this doesn't happen again. Unless you'd rather just let them waltz in next time."