The sun had barely risen when the group packed up and began their journey again. The winds had died down, leaving behind a silence that felt unnaturally heavy. Sena could feel it—an underlying shift in the atmosphere, a palpable tension that wasn't just the remnants of their recent confrontation with the Lunar Sentinels. It was the feeling of the unknown, of heading toward something inevitable.
As they moved, the terrain began to change. The rocky outcroppings that had once surrounded them now gave way to vast stretches of barren land, flat and desolate, with only the occasional cactus or twisted tree standing in the distance. The sun beat down on them, relentless, but the air had grown cooler with the dawn.
Caelum moved ahead, leading the group with his usual quiet confidence. His focus
