Gathered — 134 : Those Who Have Been

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

Watching the shadows dance with unnerving calm. A voice, synthesized from a thousand whispers, filled