Noah chose his road with care.
THE Long Night.
He had swallowed a sliver of it, and that small taste had shown him what it was: a Narrative, the first and loudest of this Cycle, laid over every Existence like snow. And Narratives, he had decided, were fuel. The question was how much of this one he could eat, and what it would cost him.
He thought about his seat.
Your Epitropos seat has been fully devoured and remade by your Shinjitsu.|
|It is your own now. It no longer answers to the flow.|
|As an Epitropos whose seat is his own, you may act freely against another Epitropos.|
And there was another Epitropos very close by.
THE Curator of THE Unwritten Contingency. THE Faceless Immense One. Its domain sat around THE Keepers of Existence, and the Long Night's snow stopped politely at the Keepers' borders because of some deal it had made with them.
Noah wanted to know what that deal was.
He stepped into a new window.
Quantum Dream 4 begins.|
