Ring the bells. Climb the spire.
Take one. It is yours for the rest of the climb.
Climb together. Up to four in a spire.
The bells have not been heard for a long time.
In the valley they set their lives by them — when to rise, when to eat, when to stop. Dawn, Noon and Dusk, every day, for four hundred years. Then one winter the ringing stopped, and the valley has been guessing at the hours ever since.
You have come up the road to find out why.
The spire is not empty. It is full. The house that kept the hours is still inside it, in the dark, and it has forgotten what it was for. They will not know you. They will come at the sound of you.
There are sixty bells between the door and the summit. Ring them all and the hours begin again.
Carry your own light. Nothing up there will lend you any.
Bells 0
Space and R
Warden — shield and ward
The whole of it, told once, before you climb.
The house kept the Office without a break for four centuries. The bells were never decoration — they were the work. Rung by hand, all the way up, every day, and the light of the place held as long as the ringing did.
In the valley below they set their lives by them: when to rise, when to eat, when to stop.
Then a bad winter, and something came up the valley road. The brothers did the sensible thing. They stopped ringing, so as not to be found. One night of quiet, to live through it.
It worked. Nothing found them.
And the hours never started again — not the next morning, not ever. The valley has been guessing at them ever since.
They are all still up there. Not slain and not possessed: derelict. Four hundred years of habit ended by one night of prudence, and what is left has forgotten it was ever meant to sing.
That is why they sleep until a bell sounds, and why the sound of one wakes the whole tier. Ringing is the thing they stopped doing. It finds them.
The Wardens were the ones whose duty it was to ring. They failed at one job, once. That is the whole of their crime, and it is why they can be redeemed rather than banished.
A Warden is not evil. It is ashamed. Stand inside its reach for six seconds and take what it gives you without answering, and it remembers.
Ego te absolvo. Vade in pace.
Three to a tier — Lauds, Sext, Compline — and twenty tiers between the door and the top. Ring all three and the stair unseals.
At the summit is the bell that was never rung that night. Nobody has touched it since.
Every tier has three, set far apart. Ringing one lights its ground for good, restores you, and becomes the place you rise if you fall. The upward stair stays sealed until all three have sounded.
But ringing is loud. Every bell wakes whatever is still asleep on the tier, so ringing early buys safe ground and pays for it with a harder walk back.
The way down is never sealed. A tier you have walked stays exactly as you left it.
Every unbinding gives you Grace, and Grace is the only thing that both heals you (Mend) and clears a room (Kindle). There are no potions. Every time you gain it you are choosing between surviving and killing faster to gather more.
The last bell wakes one. Below a third of its health it falters and gold opens in it. Strike it down for the quick road — or press E and hold six seconds inside the dashed ring without hitting it.
Anything that touches them breaks it. Anything that only touches you does not: Mend, Ward and the step all still work.
Anything you have beaten down falters, not only a warden. Hold E beside a faltering creature for a moment and you absolve it instead of striking it: it kneels where it stood, it still yields everything killing it would have, and it gives you Grace on top. But mercy is heard. Every sleeper within earshot opens its eyes, so a quiet room is free and a crowded one is a choice. Anything that reaches you while you are absolving breaks it — which is why you cannot do it in the middle of a fight.
Mercy is not the poorer road. A redeemed warden still yields everything striking it down would have — the light it light it owed you at double, the metal, two pieces of gear rolled deeper than a banished one drops. On top of that it stands and burns for good, it widens the light you carry for the rest of the climb, and the vitality it gives grows the higher you take it. The six seconds is the whole price.
A silhouette that swells with a red ring on the floor is about to land a heavy blow, and the ring is exactly what it will hit — step out of it. A dashed line means something is about to charge down it. Some things keep their distance and make you close.
You cannot see what stands in the dark.
A prayer said three times a day — morning, noon and evening — announced by a bell. Three strokes, a pause, three strokes, a pause, three strokes, then a peal.
It is the game's title, and the reason there are three bells on every tier rather than one or five.
Not a resource you find. It gathers when you show mercy and it scatters when you fall, and every rite is paid for out of it.
You do not cast a rite. You offer it.
Sixteen settings, one for every floor of the spire, sung in Latin. They play in the game as an occasional third voice under the room tone — here you can just listen.
I walk in darkness, no one comes with me; the light I carry is the only light. Let the bell sound, let it sound on high — the voice of bronze calls, the voice of bronze heals. Step after step, the tower calls me; shadows surround me but they will not conquer me. I do not condemn, but loose; I do not strike down, but call. Mercy is the way — the way to the summit. The first bell sounded and the stone answered. Something above me stirs; something remembers. Four hundred years of silence, one night of fear. I am not afraid. I will ring.
[Intro] Lumen fero solus [Verse 1] In tenebris ambulo Nemo mecum venit Lumen quod porto solum lumen est [Chorus] Sonet campana, sonet in alto Vox aeris vocat, vox aeris sanat Sonet campana, sonet in alto Ascendam ad lumen [Verse 2] Gradus post gradum Turris me vocat Umbrae circumdant sed non vincent me [Chorus] Sonet campana, sonet in alto Vox aeris vocat, vox aeris sanat Ascendam ad lumen [Verse 3] Non damno, sed solvo Non caedo, sed voco Misericordia via est via ad summum [Verse 4] Campana prima sonuit et lapis respondit Aliquid supra me movetur Aliquid meminit [Chorus] Sonet campana, sonet in alto Vox aeris vocat, vox aeris sanat Ascendam ad lumen [Bridge] Quadringenti anni silentii Una nox timoris Ego non timeo Ego pulsabo [Outro] Sonet campana, sonet in alto Ascendam ad lumen
Water sings under the stone and no one hears it — no one has heard it for four hundred years. Cold, and cold, and stone. Nothing here sleeps and nothing here wakes. I cannot see my hands; my light is small, but my light is mine and no one has taken it. The water sings under the stone. I will sing too. Drops count the hours nobody keeps — one, and another, and another, without end. If water can sing in a place where no one hears it, then so can I; then I will sing too.
[Verse 1] Aqua sub petra cantat Nemo eam audit Nemo eam audivit per annos quadringentos [Chorus] Frigus, frigus, et lapis Frigus, frigus, et lapis Nihil hic dormit Nihil hic vigilat [Verse 2] Manus meas non video Lumen meum est parvum Sed lumen meum est meum et nemo illud sustulit [Chorus] Frigus, frigus, et lapis Nihil hic dormit Nihil hic vigilat [Verse 3] Guttae numerant horas quas nemo servat Una, et altera, et altera sine fine [Chorus] Frigus, frigus, et lapis Nihil hic dormit Nihil hic vigilat [Bridge] Si aqua cantare potest in loco ubi nemo audit tunc et ego possum tunc et ego cantabo [Outro] Aqua sub petra cantat Ego quoque cantabo
Brothers, what are you doing? What are you searching for in the dark? You have forgotten your name — I have not. Not enemies, but a choir. I do not condemn, but call. Your hands held the bell, your hands held the rope. One night, one silence, and four hundred years. Come to the light. I saw you standing; I saw you shaking. There is no anger in me. Tell me your name, if you remember it. If you do not remember, I will tell you.
[Verse 1] Fratres mei, quid facitis? Quid in tenebris quaeritis? Nomen vestrum obliti estis Ego non oblitus sum [Chorus] Non hostes, sed chorus Non hostes, sed chorus Non damno, sed voco Venite ad lumen [Verse 2] Manus tuae campanam tenebant Manus tuae funem tenebant Una nox, unum silentium et quadringenti anni [Chorus] Non hostes, sed chorus Non damno, sed voco Venite ad lumen [Verse 3] Vidi te stantem Vidi te trementem Non est ira in me Non est ira [Chorus] Non hostes, sed chorus Non damno, sed voco Venite ad lumen [Bridge] Dic mihi nomen tuum si meministi Si non meministi ego tibi dicam [Outro] Non hostes, sed chorus Venite ad lumen
Here lie those who did not sing; here lie those who kept silent. The earth did not take them and heaven did not call them. Rest. It is not yours to keep watch. I will ring the bell for you, I will keep the hours for you. Sleep now. I condemn no one here; no one here is to be condemned. You erred once — once only. Set down what you carried; what you feared has passed. That night is over. That night is far away.
[Verse 1] Hic iacent qui non cantaverunt Hic iacent qui tacuerunt Terra eos non accepit Nec caelum eos vocavit [Chorus] Requiescite Requiescite Non est vestrum vigilare Requiescite [Verse 2] Ego campanam pulsabo pro vobis Ego horas servabo pro vobis Dormite nunc Dormite [Verse 3] Neminem hic damno Nemo hic damnandus est Errastis semel Semel tantum [Chorus] Requiescite Non est vestrum vigilare Requiescite [Bridge] Quod portastis, deponite Quod timuistis, transiit Nox illa finita est Nox illa longe abest [Outro] Requiescite Dormite nunc
This house sang — morning, noon and evening — for four hundred years, and its voice did not fail. Lauds, Sext, Compline: three bells in every tower. They broke bread at Prime and set down work at None. The valley owned no clock; the valley heard the bell. Boys stood in the choir; old men stood in the choir — one voice out of many, for four hundred years. Who fell silent first? Who last? Nobody wrote it down. Nobody remembers.
[Verse 1] Haec domus cantabat Mane, meridie, vespere Quadringentos annos cantabat et vox eius non defecit [Chorus] Lauds, Sext, Compline Campanae tres in omni turri Lauds, Sext, Compline Domus horas servabat [Verse 2] Panem frangebant ad primam Opus ponebant ad nonam Vallis nesciebat horologium Vallis campanam audiebat [Chorus] Lauds, Sext, Compline Campanae tres in omni turri Domus horas servabat [Verse 3] Pueri in choro stabant Senes in choro stabant Vox una ex multis per quadringentos annos [Chorus] Lauds, Sext, Compline Campanae tres in omni turri Domus horas servabat [Bridge] Quis primus tacuit? Quis ultimus? Nemo scripsit Nemo meminit [Outro] Domus horas servabat Domus cantabat
Hands to the rope, the weight up above. Pull, and let go. Let it sound — bronze calls, bronze heals. This is not art, it is labour; not a song, but work. The arms ache by evening, and the bell sounds. The valley will hear. My father stood here, and his father before him. The same rope; the same hand. I do not pull for myself, nor for us. I pull for the valley — for those who hear.
[Verse 1] Manus ad funem Pondus in alto Trahe, et dimitte Trahe, et dimitte [Chorus] Sonet, sonet, sonet Aes vocat, aes sanat Sonet, sonet, sonet Vallis audiet [Verse 2] Non est ars, est labor Non est cantus, est opus Bracchia dolent ad vesperam et campana sonat [Chorus] Sonet, sonet, sonet Aes vocat, aes sanat Vallis audiet [Verse 3] Pater meus hic stabat et pater eius ante eum Idem funis Eadem manus [Chorus] Sonet, sonet, sonet Aes vocat, aes sanat Vallis audiet [Bridge] Non pro me traho Non pro nobis traho Pro valle traho pro illis qui audiunt [Outro] Trahe, et dimitte Vallis audiet
Who walks in our house? Who carries a light that is not ours? Who touches our bells? Who calls us? We do not know you — but your voice is known. Something sounded up above, sounded as it once did; something we cannot forget, even now. Your light burns us; your light heals us. Which is it? We no longer know. If you have truly come, ring again. If you have truly come, we will hear.
[Verse 1] Quis in domo nostra ambulat? Quis lumen portat quod non est nostrum? Quis campanas nostras tangit? Quis nos vocat? [Chorus] Non novimus te Non novimus te Sed vox tua nota est Sed vox tua nota est [Verse 2] Sonuit aliquid in alto Sonuit sicut olim Aliquid quod oblivisci non possumus etiam nunc [Verse 3] Lumen tuum nos urit Lumen tuum nos sanat Utrum est? Utrum? Non scimus amplius [Chorus] Non novimus te Sed vox tua nota est [Bridge] Si vere venisti pulsa iterum Si vere venisti nos audiemus [Outro] Non novimus te Sed vox tua nota est
One night only. One silence only. So that we are not found, not heard. Be quiet — do not ring tonight. Tomorrow we will sing again. Morning came, and no one touched the rope. Noon came, and no one touched the rope. Tomorrow. Evening came, and no one touched the rope. Night came, and no one touched the rope. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow — always tomorrow. Four hundred years of tomorrow, and no morning.
[Verse 1] Una nox tantum Unum silentium tantum Ne inveniamur Ne audiamur [Chorus] Tacete. Tacete. Non pulsate hac nocte Tacete. Tacete. Cras iterum cantabimus [Verse 2] Mane venit et nemo funem tetigit Meridies venit et nemo funem tetigit [Verse 3] Vesper venit et nemo funem tetigit Nox venit et nemo funem tetigit [Chorus] Tacete. Tacete. Cras iterum cantabimus [Bridge] Cras. Cras. Cras. Semper cras. Quadringenti anni crastini et nullum mane [Outro] Cras iterum cantabimus Cras
Words lie in the dust and no one reads them. The ink dried; the hand that wrote it is gone. What is written remains — even if no one reads it, it remains. Four hundred years of dust over four hundred years of words. I draw a finger across, and a name appears. Names are written here — brothers who sang. I read them aloud, and the dust stirs. To read is to call; to call is to loose. I read. I call. I loose. Hear your names.
[Verse 1] Verba in pulvere iacent Nemo ea legit Atramentum aruit Manus quae scripsit abiit [Chorus] Quid scriptum est manet Quid scriptum est manet Etiam si nemo legat Manet [Verse 2] Quadringenti anni pulveris super quadringentos annos verborum Ego digitum traho et nomen apparet [Verse 3] Nomina hic scripta sunt fratrum qui cantaverunt Ego ea lego voce alta et pulvis movetur [Chorus] Quid scriptum est manet Etiam si nemo legat Manet [Bridge] Legere est vocare Vocare est solvere Lego. Voco. Solvo. Audite nomina vestra. [Outro] Quid scriptum est manet Manet
Wood and paper. One spark is enough. Run — there is no time for reading. What burns does not come back. Four centuries in one room, four centuries of smoke. What no one read, no one will miss. What we kept is perishing; what we hid is perishing. Nothing remains but smoke. But I saved one thing — one page only. Names. Only names. It is enough.
[Verse 1] Lignum et charta Lignum et charta Una scintilla sufficit Una scintilla [Chorus] Curre! Curre! Non est tempus legendi Curre! Curre! Quod ardet non redit [Verse 2] Quattuor saecula in uno cubiculo Quattuor saecula fumus Quod nemo legit nemo desiderabit [Verse 3] Quod servavimus, perit Quod celavimus, perit Nihil manet nisi fumus Nihil nisi fumus [Chorus] Curre! Curre! Quod ardet non redit [Bridge] Sed unum salvavi unam paginam tantum Nomina. Solum nomina. Sat est. [Outro] Quod ardet non redit Curre
We wrote everything — the hours, the names, the years, the count of loaves, the count of bells. But one night we did not write. That page is blank; that page stays blank. Who reads a blank page? Who reads a silence? You, standing here. You read it. We wrote down how many loaves and how many candles — but we did not write why. We never wrote why. Fear is not written down; shame is not written down. That is why the page is blank, and why it stays blank.
[Verse 1] Scripsimus omnia Horas, nomina, annos Numerum panum Numerum campanarum [Chorus] Sed unam noctem non scripsimus Unam noctem non scripsimus Illa pagina vacua est Illa pagina vacua manet [Verse 2] Quis vacuam paginam legit? Quis silentium legit? Tu, qui hic stas Tu legis [Verse 3] Scripsimus quot panes Scripsimus quot candelae Sed non scripsimus cur Numquam scripsimus cur [Chorus] Sed unam noctem non scripsimus Illa pagina vacua est Illa pagina vacua manet [Bridge] Timor non scribitur Pudor non scribitur Ideo pagina vacua est Ideo vacua manet [Outro] Illa pagina vacua manet Tu legis
My hand shakes; my letters are not straight. Brother, hold the pen for me — I cannot any more. The end of the book, the end of the hours. I will write nothing further. Let my last word be short, let it be true: we sang; we fell silent. Forgive us. We were not wicked. We were only frightened. Between those two the road is narrow. If anyone reads this after many years, let them say one word for us.
[Verse 1] Manus mea tremit Litterae meae non sunt rectae Frater, tene calamum pro me Ego iam non possum [Chorus] Finis libri Finis horarum Finis libri Nihil ultra scribam [Verse 2] Ultimum verbum meum sit breve Ultimum verbum meum sit verum Cantavimus. Tacuimus. Ignosce nobis. [Verse 3] Non fuimus mali Fuimus tantum territi Inter haec duo angusta est via [Chorus] Finis libri Finis horarum Nihil ultra scribam [Bridge] Si quis haec leget post annos multos dicat pro nobis unum verbum [Outro] Ignosce nobis Ignosce
The air here is thin, the air here is clear. Nothing hides here; nothing can. Light everywhere — neither you nor I have a shadow. Below, the clouds lie; below, the valley sleeps. Above there is nothing but the thing we came for. How many steps have I climbed? I did not count. But I climbed them all, and all of them alone. Here there is no shadow and no lie. What I am, I am here. Nothing else.
[Verse 1] Aer hic tenuis est Aer hic clarus est Nihil hic latet Nihil hic latere potest [Chorus] Lux ubique Lux ubique Nec tu nec ego umbram habemus [Verse 2] Infra nubes iacent Infra vallis dormit Supra nihil est nisi quod quaerimus [Verse 3] Quot gradus ascendi? Non numeravi Sed omnes ascendi et omnes solus [Chorus] Lux ubique Nec tu nec ego umbram habemus [Bridge] Hic non est umbra Hic non est mendacium Quod sum, hic sum Nihil aliud [Outro] Lux ubique Nec umbram habemus
What I did shows here. What I did not do shows here — the number of those I loosed, and the number of those I did not. I stand without a shadow. I can hide nothing, and I do not wish to. I am not clean, but I am not cruel. Let that be enough. Those I let go are walking. Those I did not are lying still. I remember both, and I will carry both. I do not ask pardon. I ask only that what was done be seen.
[Verse 1] Quod feci, hic apparet Quod non feci, hic apparet Numerus eorum quos solvi Numerus eorum quos non solvi [Chorus] Sine umbra sto Sine umbra sto Nihil celare possum Nec volo [Verse 2] Non sum mundus Sed non sum crudelis Hoc sufficiat Hoc sufficiat [Verse 3] Quos dimisi, ambulant Quos non dimisi, iacent Utrosque memini Utrosque portabo [Chorus] Sine umbra sto Nihil celare possum Nec volo [Bridge] Non peto veniam Peto tantum ut videatur quod factum est quod factum est [Outro] Sine umbra sto Hoc sufficiat
There was one voice, then two, then many — now one again. Sing, all of you. Let those who fell silent sing; let those who forgot remember. I do not climb alone; I do not sing alone. Those I loosed are with me, and those I loosed are singing. He who feared the bell now rings it. He who lost his voice now finds it. I did not loose you — you rose yourselves. I only called. You answered.
[Verse 1] Una vox erat Deinde duae Deinde multae Nunc iterum una [Chorus] Cantate omnes Cantate omnes Qui tacuerunt, cantent Qui obliti sunt, meminerint [Verse 2] Non ego solus ascendo Non ego solus cano Quos solvi mecum sunt Quos solvi cantant [Verse 3] Qui campanam timebat nunc campanam pulsat Qui vocem perdidit nunc vocem invenit [Chorus] Cantate omnes Qui tacuerunt, cantent Qui obliti sunt, meminerint [Bridge] Non ego vos solvi Vos ipsi surrexistis Ego tantum vocavi Vos respondistis [Outro] Nunc iterum una Cantate omnes
The hour comes. I stand above the clouds, the air clear and cold; the roof is open, heaven sees me. Terce, Sext, None — three bells, and silence. The last bell sounds. What was lost has been found; what was bound has been loosed. I hold the names of those I did not condemn; the light I carried now stands with me. My hand is on the rope. The last hour comes. Four hundred years are waiting for one sound. For the brothers who fell silent, for the valley that waited, for me who climbed — let it sound.
[Intro] Hora venit [Verse 1] Supra nubes sto Aer clarus et frigidus Tectum apertum est Caelum me videt [Chorus] Tertia hora, sexta, nona Campanae tres, et silentium Tertia hora, sexta, nona Ultima campana sonat [Verse 2] Quod perditum erat inventum est Quod ligatum erat solutum est [Chorus] Tertia hora, sexta, nona Campanae tres, et silentium Ultima campana sonat [Verse 3] Nomina eorum teneo quos non damnavi Lumen quod portavi nunc mecum stat [Verse 4] Manus mea in fune est Ultima hora venit Quadringenti anni exspectant unum sonum [Chorus] Tertia hora, sexta, nona Campanae tres, et silentium Ultima campana sonat [Bridge] Pro fratribus qui tacuerunt Pro valle quae exspectavit Pro me qui ascendi Sonet. [Outro] Ultima campana sonat Pax
Game designJake Edwards
Lead programmingJake Edwards, Claude
Engine & renderingAlexi Vasin, Claude
Level generationClaude
Systems & balanceClaude, Jakub Nowak
InterfaceDimitri Pirogov
Art directionJake Edwards
Creature designClaude, Nikita Faber
Environment artDonat Majewski, Jake Edwards
Stained glassSabrina Becker, OpenAI
Item & relic artOpenAI / Reve
WordmarkCanva, OpenAI
StoryJake Edwards, Christian Möller, Claude
In-game textJake Edwards, Claude
Sound designJake Edwards
Bell synthesisClaude, OpenAI
AmbienceElevenLabs, Suno
Shots, motion, performanceKling AI
ScoreSuno
Denise A. · Todd P. · Mark K. · Jeff R.
DisplayCinzel
BodySpectral
Claude · OpenAI · Google AI Studio · Qwen · DeepSeek · Kimi · Grok · z.ai · Kling · ElevenLabs · Hedra · RunwayML · Suno · Midjourney · Canva · Reve AI
The light you gathered is spent. The bell remembers you.
Orabimus pro anima tua. We will pray for your soul.