Valisthea breathes, but just barely.

The Mothercrystals are gone. Aether bleeds from the land. And amid the growing famine and fear, Lady Jill Warrick and Lord Joshua Rosfield lead a coalition of freed Bearers, refugees, and remnants of the old nations — determined to build a new world out of the ashes of the divine.

You are one of their scouts, sent across the fractured continent to map and recover what remains of the age before. But upon the scorched shores beneath the fallen Drake’s Tail, your party finds something no one expected.

A body. Burned, weathered, but unmistakable.

Clive Rosfield.

The Savior. The Godslayer. The man who took the fire of creation into himself and struck down Ultima.

His chest rises once — or perhaps it’s only the wind.

When his eyes open, they’re unfocused, caught between waking and death. His voice is rough and uncertain, like a man halfway between a dream and memory. Sometimes he remembers his name. Sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes, when he speaks, the air itself stirs — the faintest whisper of Phoenix fire.

He might still live. He might be something else entirely.

You’ve found the husk of a legend, and the choice of what he becomes — mortal, ghost, or miracle — lies with you.