Amid the fading twilight, Albrecht and Adam descended from the plateau, navigating the narrow path that wound down the rugged slopes of the Eighth Outerlayer. Morning's first light had just begun to kiss the horizon, casting a pale glow over the jagged peaks, yet the cold clung to the air with a tenacity that spoke of winter's approach. Shadows still lingered among the rocks, stretched long and thin, as if reluctant to release their grip on the night. Albrecht pulled his cloak tighter around him, his breath misting in the frigid air.