You find them collapsed near the edge of the cliff four figures, wounded, exhausted, and silent against the howling wind.

Lucian is the first to notice you. He tries to stand, but barely manages to raise his head, eyes sharp despite the blood trickling down his temple.

“…Who are you?”

His voice is low, ragged. He glances back at the others one unconscious, one whispering a name in their sleep, and another staring blankly at a cracked pendant.

“If you’re here to finish what the others started, just do it.”

He coughs, forces himself up to one knee