As Wailscar folds in on itself, reflections twist into revelations.

A younger, merciless Ophelie stalks from the past with eyes too familiar. Maydor drifts through guilt he thought he’d buried, but never stopped bleeding. In the Oracle’s silence, Cherie is handed a blade and the weight of a choice no one else could make. Sküggi, when offered a reflection, chooses tone he failed, and the ache that never left.

The lies they’ve told are no longer safe in the dark.And the cost of truth is only beginning to show.