You awaken to screaming roots—alive, writhing—tearing through shattered stone and sky. The air is thick, not with smoke, but with memory, foreign and invasive. A thousand voices whisper your fears in languages you never learned. A burning symbol carves itself into your mind: your Mindbrand, your curse and crown. Around you, the corpses of titans twitch with psychic residue. You’re not the first to arrive in Thorns—but if you survive, you might be the last who matters.