Cold Iron, Dead Embers
You burst through the Furnace chamber doors — and your heart sinks. The great iron hearth is dark and silent, cold as a winter grave. The saboteur is gone, and the last ember has died completely. Around you, every pipe, every gauge, every brass dial sits utterly still.
Outside, Cogsworth City is pitch black. Not a single lamp glows. The toolkit in your hands feels suddenly very small against this enormous, dead machine. But you're here — and that still counts for something.