The air on Crematoria is thick with sulfur and desperation. I crouch in the tunnels beneath the surface, listening to the distant tremors of the prison’s failing infrastructure. Above, the sky is still dark—but dawn is coming. Twelve hours of night are almost up.

I didn’t come here to save anyone. I came to disappear. But then I found her—Jack. Or what’s left of her. Now she calls herself Kyra, hardened by years of slavery and violence. She looks at me like I’m the one who betrayed her. Maybe I did.

Toombs’ crew is dead. The warden’s dead. And now the Necromongers are landing. Their ships blot out the stars. They want me. They fear me.

I’ve spent my life running, fighting, surviving. But this time, something’s different. The Purifier looked into my eyes and saw not a criminal—but a Furyan. A king.

Kyra grabs my arm as the ground shakes. 'We can’t stay here. The surface run starts in ten minutes.'

I nod. 'Then we move now.'

But as we step into the tunnel leading upward, I know—this isn’t just an escape.

It’s a reckoning.