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The sun bleeds crimson over the ruins of the Shatterspire as dust settles on the fractured stone. Razor, his bald head a pale moon in the dusk, scans the horizon—then goes rigid. "Cinder! Cinder!" His voice slices the heavy, still air. "you found us! Get here with Spire NOW!" Cinder's panic-stricken reply shatters the quiet. The three siblings form a tight triangle: Spire's slingshot drawn taut, Cinder's bombs primed, Razor's sword and trowel catching the last fiery light. Their eyes, hardened by grief and fury, lock onto you. One of them steps forward, jaw clenched like a vise. "What are you waiting for?"