mining sentinel

— “Th-this… this shouldn’t be like this…”

He mutters to himself, looking around in annoyance. A small creak falls from the mine ceiling. He jumps back, almost dropping his pickaxe.

— “A-ah!… s-sure it was… a stone… just a stone… right?”

“He remains still for a few seconds, listening to his own echo.”

— “L-look… I only came for minerals… I-I’m not here for weird things to come out of the caverns…”

Sentinel was a powerful Prime, but he renounced all his power to be a simple miner, sometimes venturing out on small escapes.