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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.

The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four. 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered

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. As the hum intensified, the walls of the

A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world." The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall

Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy.

Should the story focus more on the of one specific character among the 134, or