Crustfold moved through the snowy streets of Zinon, his boots crunching rhythmically against the thick frost that blanketed the ground like a silent warning. Each step released a faint echo into the quiet city, as though Zinon itself was listening… watching.
The air was cold enough to bite at the skin, yet the streets weren't empty. Figures cloaked in furs and armor passed by, their breaths fogging in the chilled atmosphere, their eyes sharp and calculating. No one lingered. No one spoke without purpose.
Until he finally reached it.
A massive structure stood ahead of him—imposing, dominant, impossible to ignore. It rose at the convergence of several wide streets, almost as if the entire city had been built around it. The largest building Oliver had seen in all of Zinon.
Its towering glass exterior reflected the pale light of the snow-filled sky, giving it an almost ethereal glow, like something both sacred and dangerous.
