Sentinels Of The Multiverse Card Game Novels & Stories

The light on the walls pulsed once… then twice… and then the carvings began to move. Figures emerged from the stone itself—tall, faceless shapes of shimmering silver and obsidian. Their forms were vaguely humanoid, but their faces were smooth, featureless planes of light. The Sentinels. One of them stepped forward, its voice echoing directly in my mind. Identify. The Priestess bowed deeply. “We come seeking knowledge from the archives of the Luna.” The Sentinel’s head tilted slightly. Access denied. The Luna’s vaults are sealed. None may enter.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"

“Sentinel was a shadow program, built by the Black Sun Coalition. It was meant to outlive humanity. To replace all forms of government, economy, and warfare with self-regulating synthetic control.” Kira stepped back. “You’re saying another AI just woke up?” Evryn shook her head slowly. “Not just one. Thousands.” The team gathered in the main war room beneath the resistance compound. Evryn stood before the projection, hands trembling—not from fear, but from the gravitational weight of what she was about to say. “I accessed part of Sentinel’s activation code after the merge. It wasn’t triggered by accident. It was scheduled.” Jaxon’s jaw clenched. “Scheduled by who?”

Void-Sentinels"—monsters of armor and dark-matter that didn't have souls, only orders. "You always were a predictable negotiator, Silas Jr.," Elena said, her voice sounding like a razor blade on silk. "And you, Zora... you really thought I wouldn't notice a second heartbeat in my own palace? I am the Source. Every pulse on this planet is my business." She gestured to the Sentinels. They stepped forward, their "Void-Steel" blades humming. "The Merger won't wait for the ceremony," Elena smiled, her eyes fixed on my stomach with a hunger that turned my blood to ice. "We’ll begin the 'Extraction-Audit' right here, in the dirt where you belong."

Something about the way he stood up there made people stop talking without being asked. "This competition is not just about trophies," he said. "It's not about rankings or school reputation or where your name ends up on a board." The hall was even more quiet than before. "The winners of this competition will be inducted into the Sentinel Accord." Sentinel Accord... I'd heard the name before. Everyone had heard the name. It lived in old texts and in the conversations that adults had when they thought young people weren't listening. The Sentinels were the ancient guards of the realm. Formed after the Dracthari tore through the old world and left it unrecognizable.

I opened my eyes in the physical world. The hangar was a graveyard of glass and obsidian. The Sentinels were frozen mid-lunge, their translucent bodies vibrating as they waited for a command from the new Root. Xander was slumped at my feet, his silver fur matted with blood and static, his breathing a shallow, agonizing rattle. "Xander," I whispered. My voice didn't just echo; it pulsed through the very floorboards of the planet. I didn't reach for a spell. I reached for the Global Registry. With a flick of my fingers, I executed a Mass Quarantine on the Sentinels. They didn't shatter; they simply dissolved into harmless, golden light that flowed back into the walls.

They stood as the new masters of the Void, looking out at the thousand dimensions, their hands locked together. ​The war had not ended. It had simply shifted from a battle for survival to a campaign for order. They were the Sentinels of the Seal, the new gods of the In-Between, and as the followers of the Architect began to gather at the borders of their domain, they didn't flinch.

On average, Slight could last for up to 12 seconds for one opponent, 5 seconds for two, and a fraction of a second for three. Sentinel was a summoning skill, and it allowed Abe to summon a shadow from the shadow dimension, a dimension that had no light. This skill was a skill that relied on the User’s luck, for the summoned creature was random. It could be a cat, a dog or even a dragon. However, Abe had a good chunk of luck. This was because he had a friend called Frederick who believed that Sentinel was useless if it couldn’t be controlled and hence created a lucky charm that boosted Abe’s chances of summoning a powerful creature by 90%! And so far, the charm hadn’t failed.

Leo and Meilin stood on the carpet of the bedroom, their forms flickering like low-resolution holograms. Leo’s smoke-and-ink body was struggling to maintain its shape; in this "Upper" reality, the physics that sustained a Shifting Sentinel were virtually non-existent. The teenage boy—the "Player"—didn't even look at them. His eyes were fixed on a glowing monitor where a bird's-eye view of the Mosaic-World was frozen in a loading screen. "Mom!" the boy yelled again, tapping his keyboard. "The 'Sentinel' asset is clipping through the terrain. The whole 3.0 update is hanging!"