134 : Those Who - Have Been Gathered

A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world."

In the center of the hall stood a single, pulsing crystal. It cast a rhythmic violet light across the faces of the gathered. Clutching scrolls that no longer made sense. 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered

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. A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled

The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four. In its place stood a gateway

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

Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy.

They didn't speak. They didn't need to. As a single, unified line, those who had been gathered walked into the light, leaving the old world to the dark.