A shout echoed from the temple entrance, and the agents parted like water before a ship. Three figures stepped through the ruined archway, their presence commanding immediate silence. The chill of winter followed the first—a tall woman in a flowing gown, her face obscured by a porcelain mask. The second was a man in scholarly robes, his own mask concealing everything but a strange, knowing smile. The third moved with a dancer's grace, head tilted as he studied Y/n with dark, curious eyes.

The agents held their breath. Y/n remained still, watching the harbingers with the same calm, ancient gaze they had offered the soldiers who had fallen asleep before them.