Have Been Gathered: 134 : Those Who

Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy.

Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm. 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered

A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world." Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy

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. They weren't in a castle anymore

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.

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.