Dawn rises slate‑gray—sunlight failing, cities running on candles . A new brood hunts at first light, wearing mirrors like armor. Statham is Brother Kane, ex‑templar enforcer dragged out of exile; Elba commands the Sun Order’s last strike cadre, all oaths and iron; Hathaway’s Dr. Lira Hawthorne built the Helios Array, a shattered network that could relight the world—or blind it .

Set pieces bite: sand‑skiff pursuit across a blinding mirror field , monastery‑train ambush on a broken viaduct , bell‑tower rappel under a swarm of winged Dayborn , and a zero‑light catacomb fight scored by heartbeat and steel. Chain‑blades sing, salt dusts the lens, choirs fracture into sub‑bass . The plan: reboot the Array from a storm‑wrapped spire while the sun is weakest. Final sting: dawn turns blood‑red; Kane locks the gear. “Faith holds.” “So do we.”