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.
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 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered
Gripping hilts of swords that felt strangely heavy. In its place stood a gateway
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
Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm.
A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world."