Snow as sharp as a razor blade hammered against Zenith’s bronze armor, creating a constant clanging rhythm amidst the roar of the freezing storm. Visibility was no more than three meters. Marcus held the Empress, who was still wrapped in a thermal blanket, inside a rock alcove, while Prince Elara crouched beside Zenith, his hands shaking not just from the cold, but from the increasing magical pressure as they neared the coordinates of the Ancient Tomb. "Damn it, if I had human nerves, I’d be asking for early retirement right now," Zenith grumbled. His eye lenses flickered an unstable yellow, occasionally spitting sharp red Omega light. "My antenna radar is seriously noisy, man. The static is worse than a broken radio at a flea market." "Hold your sensors, Zenith. We are too close to give up," Marcus replied, his breath forming thick white vapor in the air. Suddenly, the relic antenna on Zenith’s back spun one hundred eighty degrees, emitting a high-frequency whine. "Wait. Something

The cold vapor from Zenith's ventilators shrouded the dark metal corridor, creating a thin mist that smelled of oil and scrap metal. Around them, the walls of King Aethelred’s Ancient Tomb looked like giant jaws ready to chew up the last remnants of the kingdom's hope. Their footsteps echoed softly, bouncing off the ancient reliefs that told tales of glory built upon a foundation of bloody betrayal."Hold up, dude. My cooling circuits seriously need a minute to breathe," Zenith grumbled. The robot leaned its dented body against an engraved iron pillar.Blue electrical sparks occasionally jumped from its left arm, which had just been used to drill through layers of ice and rock. Zenith struck its chest plate with a loud clang, trying to dispel the residual static interfering with its navigation sensors. Elara and Mentor Jory sat leaning against the opposite wall, while Marcus remained standing, his eyes fixed intently on the darkness of the unexplored corridor."Everyone, come closer f

The frigid wind from the peaks of Magitek Prime howled like a starving wolf, sweeping sharp grains of snow toward the small company standing before the gigantic stone fissure. The stench of burnt ozone and sulfur crept out of the opening, which resembled the maw of an ancient monster. Zenith, clad in Stonehearth bronze armor now riddled with deep scratches and black oil stains, stood tall at the very front. The relic antenna on his back spun rapidly, emitting a high-frequency whine that tormented human ears. "Stop right there! One wrong step, and we'll all just be tombstone decorations for your grandfather, Prince!" Zenith roared, his voice hoarse and laced with static distortion. Prince Elara flinched, his boot slipping on the slick icy surface before being steadied by Marcus’s massive hand. Marcus immediately drew his sword, his weary eyes remaining vigilant as they scanned the thick snow fog. Behind them, Mentor Jory gripped his royal staff tremulously, his aged face as pale as t

The clang of metal against the granite floor echoed painfully down the narrow corridor of the Ancient Tomb. The air felt heavy, as if every breath of oxygen entering the lungs of Marcus and Prince Elara had been mixed with three centuries of decaying historical dust. A sharp, musty odor, the residue of congealed oil vapor, and a bone-chilling cold made the atmosphere increasingly oppressive. "Stick close to the wall, little Boss! Don't let your cloak get caught in these wall gears, damn it!" Zenith yelled, his voice cracking with unstable audio static. Zenith's yellow lenses spun wildly, performing a thermal scan into the darkness ahead. The relic antenna on his back vibrated violently, emitting a high-frequency whine that signaled an unnatural mana surge. Beside him, Marcus gripped his dimming energy sword tightly, while Mentor Jory continuously chanted low-level protection spells to guard their sanity against the subtle whispers creeping along the tomb walls. Suddenly, from behin

"This buzzing is seriously making my ear circuits want to fall out, damn it!" Zenith screamed, slamming his head against the vibrating metal wall. Blue sparks leaped from the gaps in Zenith's Stonehearth bronze armor, snapping through the air already saturated with the smell of ozone and ancient dust. The Legacy Core chamber before them wasn't just an engine room; it was the heart of a dying mechanical cathedral. In the center of the room, a gigantic energy sphere wrapped in a network of black, nerve-like cables pulsed continuously, emitting electromagnetic waves strong enough to set Prince Elara's teeth on edge. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped drastically as the dark mana activity increased, creating frozen vapor that plumed from every remaining human breath. "Zenith, hold on! Jory has found the control terminal!" Marcus shouted. The veteran stood ready, his cracked energy sword emitting a faint blue light, his eyes wildly sweeping the darkness in the hall's corners, w