Meanwhile, in the storm-lashed Isle of Toto'haha, a warrior of the beastkin named —a prince in exile—was fighting for his soul. His brother had seized the throne of Ku and unleashed a dark blood curse within Hikari, a shadow self that emerged in battle, whispering ruin. Hikari traveled to gather allies who could help him reclaim his kingdom without becoming the monster his brother was.
Their enemies were not separate. Harvey, the scholar who framed Osvald, was also the one supplying the Dark Night's soul-stealing devices. The Blacksnakes were funded by Hikari's brother. The plague that erased Castti’s memory was the same curse that infected the shadow in Hikari's blood. And the false dawn that Temenos uncovered? It was a scheme to extinguish all eight sacred altars of Solistia, plunging the world into an eternal night ruled by an entity called Vide , the God of Nothingness.
"You all want something," Throné said, watching the eight of them stand in the moonlit plaza. "Osvald wants revenge. Castti wants her memory. Partitio wants to end poverty. Hikari wants his throne. Temenos wants the truth. Agnea wants her stage. And me? I just want to be free."
And then there was , a inquisitor of the Sacred Guard. He was a cleric with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind, who solved holy mysteries with logic, not faith. When the pontiff was murdered and a sacred flame extinguished, Temenos found a cryptic note: “The night will be long, but the dawn will belong to the wicked.” His journey for the truth led him to Agnea’s trail—and to Osvald’s.
Agnea soon learned that her simple dream was not so simple. A shadowy theatrical troupe called the "Dark Night" was stealing the souls of performers, using their life force to fuel a ritual in the city of Wellgrove. Her steps, once light, now carried the weight of a hidden evil.