High above a stormbound sea of clouds, a young mage carries the Last Ember across a failing ribbon of light toward the dark Dawn Beacon. With a luminous Sky-Ray at her side and a migration of stranded cloud-whales below, she must regulate fear into breath before the light gives way. Each step tests her resolve while the storm twists the Ember from her hands. At the Beacon’s threshold, the creature shields the crystal long enough for her to seat it herself. Amber fire climbs through ruined stone, reopening the sky road and guiding the whales—and dawn—home to safety once more.