The number 134 pulsed in the air. It wasn't just a count of people; it was a code. Each person represented a specific lineage, a specific memory, and a specific mistake of humanity. They had been gathered not for judgment, but for extraction. The Choice The crystal shattered.
In its place stood a gateway. The voice spoke one final time, offering a terrifying ultimatum. They could step through and become the blueprints for a new reality, or they could return to their world and watch the sun go out for the last time. 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered
There was no podium. No speaker appeared to address them. Instead, a collective hum began to vibrate through the floorboards, matching the heartbeat of the crystal. The Revelation The number 134 pulsed in the air
They had been plucked from every corner of the fractured empire. Some were kings in tattered silk; others were beggars with eyes like flint. No one knew why the summons had come, only that to ignore it was to invite the silence of the void. The Assembly They had been gathered not for judgment, but for extraction