The cold, pale moonlight streamed directly through the massive gap in the collapsed roof of the ancient sanctuary, casting a sharp silver beam that illuminated the top of the large stone sacrificial altar in the middle of the dark hall. Thousands of floating dust particles danced slowly within the ethereal light, creating a ghostly fog that hung over the cracked granite surface where ancestral blood had been spilled centuries ago. Below the platform, the high-frequency hum of Rey's silver laser sword vibrated through the silent room, accompanied by the cold mechanical clicking of his dual-barrel automatic submachine guns sweeping the darkness. Zeven crouched silently on the flat upper slab of the altar, his large body perfectly hidden by the deep shadows of the upper pillars while his crim
