The screaming sea stopped. The falling arrows hung. The pale chains stilled. The smell of scorched starlight and old ozone that had hung over the underworld vanished all at once, replaced by something older and heavier, the suffocating scent of ancient volcanic Source, thick and primordial and wrong for this age!
And deep within the core of the Train, through the Dimensional Cabins, echoed a sound that did not belong to anything living now, the sound of colossal, iridescent scales shifting against iron, something vast turning over in a place it had no right to even be!
SOVEREIGN COLLABORATIVE INSCRIPTION COMPLETE.|
|Syntax: THE VESTIGE OF THE FALLEN HERO.|
You have ushered and aided in the emergence of an Unfathomable Narrative.|
|+35 PROVENANCE. +15 VERITAS. +15 PONDUS. +25 OSMONTIAN MOIRAI.|
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Upon Calliope's actual body, down in the burning Cluster, a single page rose.
