Solara raced through the ruins of New Aurora, once a beacon of progress, now a graveyard of flickering neon. Umbros' forces swarmed, creatures of pure shadow, writhing and hissing.
With a thrust of her palms, solar flares erupted from her fingertips, vaporizing the nearest creatures. But more came.
Her energy was finite. The sun was dying.
She had to reach the Sky Core, the last remaining piece of the original sun, hidden in the city's tallest tower. Only then could she rekindle the light.