The canyon walls loomed around them, casting long, jagged shadows as the group continued their journey through the harsh terrain. The storm had finally passed, leaving behind an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant echo of the wind. It was a quiet that felt unnatural, like the calm before a storm even more dangerous than the one they had just weathered.
Sena's muscles were sore from the ride, her body stiff and exhausted. The journey had taken its toll on her, but the weight of what had just happened—the confrontation with the Temple Sentinels, her loss of control—hung over her like a suffocating fog.
Her mind replayed the events over and over, the surge of power, the way it had overwhelmed her, the disoriented faces of the Sentinels. She had acted without thinking, her empathy bu
