The last light of Lucis bleeds across the skyline of Insomnia—a city wrapped in crystal glass and steel, dreaming it is safe. Above, the Niflheim fleet hangs like a shroud of iron locusts, their engines humming a low requiem.

Nyx exhales. The magic answers.

Wall of the Lucian Dawn

From the ashes of rebellion, a glaive becomes a ghost. From the ghost, a legend.