Cruzer's eyes narrowed as he spotted movement ahead. Figures—humanoid but clearly not human—emerged from the mist.
Their bodies were forged from a combination of ice and metal, their joints creaking as they moved. They clanked forward with purpose, weapons drawn and eyes glowing with an eerie blue light.
"Puppets?" Cruzer muttered as he watched the lifeless objects seemingly come to life.
At first, the cavern had been eerily silent, with only the faint crackling of frost beneath their feet as they stepped deeper into the frozen mist.
Scattered across the ground, lifeless and half-buried in snow, lay the remnants of what appeared to be broken puppets—metal limbs intertwined with shards of ice, as if they had been discarded long ago.
But now, without warning, the stillness shattered.
