The fishing town of Gullspire lives and dies by its rope-bridges and cliffside rigs—until something enormous drifts out of the fog. The air stinks of brine and sickness, workers lie shaking from sudden jolts, and a snapped harpoon-line hums with leftover lightning. You’re hired to climb the cliffs, follow the line to its source, and end the danger before sunset—by force if you must, but preferably without turning the sky itself into your enemy.