The cold wind swept violently across the high terrace of the abandoned apartment building, carrying the thick, chemical stench of the nearby factories. From this elevated vantage point, the entire sprawl of the Iron District looked like a dying beast, illuminated only by the faint, flickering orange glow of distant industrial furnaces and rows of broken streetlights. The concrete beneath Zeven's heavy boots was rough and cracked, collecting shallow pools of dark rainwater that mirrored the dreary sky above. He gently laid Rey down against a stained concrete pillar, ensuring his brother's head was supported away from the cold grime of the floor. Lyra knelt immediately by Rey's side, her fingers adjusting the dials on her handheld medical scanner as she monitored his erratic vital signs. In
