After a Mic Drop at Libera's cocktail party, the party casually coordinates a community rescue mission, and then jet off to Lodom to get cracking on a plan to take back more than Smallcastle.

The Heroes of the Clouds make a triumphant return. And then it all falls apart.

We made it to the top, and tonight, we find out who has the bravery to see this through.

We have the deepest conversations in the highest, wettest places. Then we make the final push for fresh air.

We regroup after a blackout in the hollow, but a̴l̴l̴ ̸w̸e̷'̷r̸e̸ ̶f̴i̷n̷d̴ì̶͎ņ̸̬̣͇̿́ğ̵̢̟͖̣ ̴͍̫̠̳͐͋i̷͚͈͊̾̚s̴̰͉̯̅́͆ ̴̬̎̒͛m̶̢̤̉̉̂̎ù̶̜͈̇ṣ̸͛͑͠h̶͚́̈́͂̒r̵̻̋ͅo̷̮̗̺͇̊ơ̴͓͙̣m̸̞͂̏s̶̢̜̤̀̊

We're absolutely surrounded, but since when has that been an issue? Husk me like a corn!

We find more rose-colored visions of the past, and mull it over with some of the finest wine on any plane.

After the climb of our lives, we all take a walk in the park in the dark -- and we're not alone.