134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered Official

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

Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm. 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. synthesized from a thousand whispers