Rook stands at the Lighthouse’s edge, lyrium-tainted dagger in hand, looking into the churning mists where Fade and Veil bleed into each other. In the dim twilight, Harding approaches, eyes resolute. Neve stands surveying maps, tension etched on her brow, while Bellara tinkers with arcane schematics, breath quick with revelation. Lucanis stands apart in silent vigil, demon-scarred past mirrored in stoic gaze. Davrin sharpens his sword, steel echoing oaths unspoken. Emmrich closes his eyes, whispering a silent prayer to ancestors. Taash cracks knuckles and grins, ready for action.

In unison, they turn toward Rook. Together, they will breach reality's borders, confront gods, and defy destiny itself.