It’s been so long since the world felt like this: balanced on the edge or maybe even already falling. Last time, they did what they thought necessary. They left me… lost. I don’t blame them for that. They had no choice, but they forgot me, after. They let me be forgotten. I barely held on to the barest idea of myself, while they let my name fade. Now, I’ll save the world, again, and teach it the memories it lost.

The weight of the outside world begins to press down. The team faces threats, both mortal and fantastical. This is impressive, since they are doing their best not to talk to each other.