After the chaos beneath Coldrot, the Nildorin face the fallout of everything they have endured. The cult’s sanctuary lies in ruins, but victory comes at a heavy cost. Tarin’s final breath still echoes through the halls, and the Ignis Tome now burns in Harding’s grasp, alive, hungry, and dangerous. Grief collides with power as the party ascends from the depths. The smoke of battle gives way to questions of loyalty, purpose, and fate. Old wounds reopen, tempers flare, and the red tome whispers in the dark. When gods are silent and hearts are heavy, will the Nildorin hold their fragile unity or fracture beneath the weight of what they have lost?