The sky-wheel has stopped. Corrosion — a black-iron hunger — climbs the bronze halls, and the archive drifts toward the storm-locked valley below. You are the Last Warden. Rekindle the Core Beacon, or all that was kept is lost.
Outside, the storm keeps its counsel. Your progress is kept at the last Sanctuary Stone.
"A Warden, at my door. The vaults are full of what you'll need — and pricier than the valley below."
Light climbs the spire through the broken dome, and for one held breath the storm remembers its manners. The Corrosion stills. Aurelion's archive endures — and so does its Warden.