A single flame remains, burning at the edge of the fifth path. It guards a shrine no one remembers. The flame is tied to something—deeper than memory, older than Glowden. Go there. Touch it. Let the old fire judge you. If you are worthy, it will leave behind an ember. Bring it to me.
You carry it. The ember did not burn you—it chose you. You saw the vision, didn’t you? WispWood remembers the sacrifice. And now so do you.