The bells did not fail. Someone silenced them.
High above the endless clouds, Mira Senn knelt beneath the oldest of the Seven Spans.
For centuries, the ancient bridge had connected the kingdoms of Ortshire. Its foundations had survived wars, earthquakes, and the passing of kings.
But what Mira discovered beneath the great central arch made her blood run cold.
Fresh tool marks.
Someone had deliberately cut into the ancient stone.
Above her, thousands of unsuspecting travelers continued crossing the bridge.
Then she noticed something moving far below.
A lantern.
Someone was making their way along a forgotten passage beneath the Span.
Mira raised her own light. The mysterious lantern immediately disappeared.
A moment later, three slow knocks echoed through the stone beneath her feet.
Whoever was down there knew she had found them.
And they were not finished.