Been Gathered | 134 : Those Who Have

Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy.

A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world." 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered

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. Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy

Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm. The warrior sheathed his sword

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.

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.