The dim, flickering silver moonlight struggled to penetrate the heavy shadows cloaking the remang-remang corner of the ancient stone sanctuary hall. Rey rested limply against the structural remnants of a shattered stone wolf guardian statue, his heavy cybernetic armor plating scraping softly against the pulverized granite dust that coated the floor tiles. The sharp, bitter scent of burnt wiring and residual chemical foam slowly dissipated into the freezing air, replaced by the damp smell of old stone and rising mountain mist. Zeven knelt directly over his younger brother, his broad chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged intervals as his crimson eyes searched the boy's face with intense focus. The absolute silence within the ancient temple felt incredibly tight, broken only by the quiet
