(Story extract)
 
Aerith followed me through the door, a shiver running up my spine as the door shut behind us, blocking off the heat from the small house attached to the brick tower. Welp, up we go, I guess. Our hoofsteps echoed through the lighthouse as we trotted up the spiral staircase, wind whistling by it. We passed by a few windows on our way, revealing the coast and the sun dipping below the sea, leaving us with nothing to illuminate our path except for a few dusty, dim bulbs placed periodically along the steps. Aerith’s horn began to glow to help light up the staircase as we approached the top of the lighthouse, a door opening to a platform surrounding a glass room that housed the impressive glasswork and lighthouse bulb.
 
Wind whipped through our manes as we stepped inside to the mechanism where the surprisingly intact bulb sat. ‘Well, it looks like an electrical problem, then.’ a sign conjured up by Aerith said. ‘You’re good with that kind of stuff, right? I mean, if you wired that tesla cannon to explode, have to be… right?’ I bent down to look more closely at the wiring, noticing several frayed cords running from the large bulb to an electrical box mounted to the metal framework of the windows around the magnifying panels of glass.