So they crack open this dusty old tome in the tower, and it’s spillin’ all the tea about moon magic that’s basically the cheat code for immortality. Red flags everywhere, plus this undead chick Nia bumped into who’s clearly got baggage. Mano’s like, “Uh, this place is sketchier than a back-alley deal, can we bounce?” But Nia’s got that glint in her eye, like a moth to a dumpster fire, and she’s dead-set on diving deeper.
Then things go off the rails. Mano gets jumped by some flying nasties that give him the full disrespect treatment, and Nia has to swoop in like a boss to save his bacon. He begrudgingly tips his hat to her skills, even though his gut’s doing backflips, and waves her onward. At rock bottom, Nia stumbles onto a truth that hits harder than a freight train. Monsters galore, sticky situations, and the burning question: where the heck did the sun go?
