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
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.
Should the story focus more on the of one specific character among the 134, or 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered
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.
The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four. There was no podium
They had been plucked from every corner of the fractured empire. Some were kings in tattered silk; others were beggars with eyes like flint. No one knew why the summons had come, only that to ignore it was to invite the silence of the void. The Assembly
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. The Revelation As the hum intensified, the walls
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.