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
Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm.
As the hum intensified, the walls of the hall began to dissolve. They weren't in a castle anymore. They were standing on a glass shelf suspended in the star-choked belly of the cosmos. 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered
The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four.
One by one, the 134 looked at each other. The king reached out and took the hand of the beggar. The warrior sheathed his sword. There was no podium
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.
Should the story focus more on the of one specific character among the 134, or The Revelation Watching the shadows dance with unnerving
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.