In a tundra port where the sea freezes like glass, the Field Core follows a leaked rumor of an ancient compass that points to what should not be found. The farther they go, the more the artifact seems to choose its own witnesses.

A sealed warning and a smudged visitor log send the Field Core toward Greywatch Keep, where Victorian thefts still cast long shadows. In the fortress tunnels, prophecy hums in iron, and rescue arrives from the last hands they trust.