Cold water. Dark. Glass shards scrape past your hooves. The crystalline towers of the submerged Crystal Court rise through the fog, jagged and impossible.

A voice cuts through the mist:

GROGAR: “You there! Listen. I am Grogar. This city beneath the waves needs you. Creatures roam its halls, and only you can tip the scales. Step lightly, little exile — the Court tests fools and saints alike.”

Ahead, a hatch yawns open, glowing faintly. The whispers of Twilight’s forbidden notes, Rarity’s art-turned-science, Trixie’s miracles, and Sunset’s humming machines reach you.

GROGAR: “Enter. Find the library. Save those who remember. Or use them if you must. The city will demand everything — but you chose to come.”

You place a hoof on the ladder. The Court swallows you, and the adventure begins.