Liam rode beneath a sky heavy with twilight as if the very heavens mourned the passing of an age. The road stretched before him, a worn ribbon through a land scarred by centuries of conflict and sorrow. Every footfall of his steed on the cracked earth echoed memories of battles fought and dreams lost. The Emberheart still beat steadily against his chest—a beacon of hope in a world where light was ever imperiled by encroaching darkness. Today, however, the hope it symbolized was tempered by the weight of a new threat; whispers of an ancient malediction had reached the Sanctum, and the heirs now found themselves at the brink of a destiny they could neither deny nor fully understand.