: Those Who Have Been Gathered - 134

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.

A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world." 134 : Those Who Have Been Gathered

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. They didn't speak

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 A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled

Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm.

The heavy iron doors of the Great Hall groaned as they swung shut, sealing the fate of the one hundred and thirty-four.