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
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. 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 had been plucked from every corner of
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 Assembly They didn't speak
A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled their minds: "You are the census of a dying world."
Should the story focus more on the of one specific character among the 134, or
Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm.