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The air was thick with an uneasy stillness as the group regrouped near the shattered Rift Gate. The ground beneath them was scorched, the energy of the Core still lingering faintly.
"We've dealt with the Shadow Agents for now," Raghnall said, his warhammer resting heavily on his shoulder. "But they're only the first wave. The Council won't let this stand."
Calvin's glowing green eyes scanned the horizon, narrowing as they focused on the distant figure Dabi had spotted. "They know what we've done. That was a scout."
Loira, still catching her breath, pulled herself upright with her staff. "If they were watching, why didn't they attack? What are they waiting for?"
Dabi gritted his teeth. "They're probably gathering reinforcements. We're sitting ducks out here."
"Then we move," Raghnall declared. He turned to Calvin. "How long until the Core stabilizes enough for the next use?"