The news spread like wildfire, fueled by whispered conversations in back alleys and coded messages flickering across repurposed telegraph lines. Crucible Dynamics’ brutality, its systematic exploitation and forced binding of Arcana, and most shockingly, its dabbling in demonic arts, could no longer be contained within the factory walls and sterile laboratories. Sarah’s ordeal, her near-consumption by the infernal energies Crucible had been so carelessly wielding, became a rallying cry. It was the spark that ignited the tinderbox.