The freezing night wind howled fiercely through the broken stone windows of the ancient sanctuary, carrying a dense, suffocating layer of kabut malam pekat that quickly blanketed the entire pelataran luar. Outside the massive granite structure, rows of skeletal, dead pine trees stood like rigid sentinels in the dark, their frozen branches rattling whenever the heavy air shifted. The sharp, metallic scent of polished steel and active power cells suddenly overwhelmed the damp odor of the old stone temple, signaling a massive tactical deployment. Zeven stood near the fractured stone entrance, his tattered black cloak flapping violently as he kept one eye on his robotic brother inside and his primary gaze fixed on the unfolding threat outside. The surrounding wilderness felt incredibly hostile
