The sky over the ruins of Symphonia was the color of a bruised plum, hanging heavy over shattered marble and rusted iron. ​"There’s nothing here," Genji, the Lightning Emperor, spat, his fingers sparking with restless blue electricity. He kicked a piece of debris that might have been a statue centuries ago. "Did we waste our time? It all looks the same. How do we even know where to go?" ​Musica leaned against a jagged pillar, his Silver Bond humming a low, anxious frequency. "Patience, Sparky. Ruined civilizations usually hide their best secrets under the rubble." ​The Uninvited Guests ​Before Genji could retort, the air shimmered. Ryo of Wildfire stepped from a ripple of heat, his twin swords sheathed but his eyes wide with disbelief. He looked at his hands, then at the desolate horizon