Gate of Memoirs/The Unravelling

To imagine creatures with such disparate goals to belong on one side of this great conflict... Can such things be?
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Music: "World of Gods"	Music: "World of Gods"
 	
*S'eljah: Pathetic pride-wrought Voidling.
*S'eljah: So you finally show your wretched form in *my* realm.
 	
*Time and space warps around the rift Kranus had torn itself out of.
*Twice now it had intervened, and both times it had been at crucial moments.
 	
*Had it been but a few seconds too late, Kyria might have met her end at the hands of another eldritch force.
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*Just like Suizen...
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*The worse implication, you realize...
*...is how similar some of them were to each other, and the Void.
*Anchors of their worlds; maker and unmaker both.
 	
*You hold your breath for worse to come—a devastating clash of two powerful forces, perhaps,
 	
*but none comes.
 	
*The Queen passes her baleful glance over to Hypaea, still huddled behind you.
*S'eljah: Hmph. I have not the time to waste; not when this one is concerned.
*S'eljah: Let us suffer these fools no longer.
 	
*She glances from Kranus to you, and a chilling smile returns to her face.
*S'eljah: You would do well to choose wisely from this point forward, ...
*S'eljah: Lest your actions set into motion the destruction of all you hold dear—wrought by your own two hands.
*S'eljah: And you will not know, until it is far too late.
 	
*The back of your coat goes slack. 
*You whip around and find Hypaea, who'd clung to you during the disastrous fight, vanished.
 	
*Giselle: Looks like we stumbled into something big.
 	
*Giselle: Where HAVE you been, anyway?
*Giselle: Suspiciously convenient timing, I must say!
*Giselle angrily confronts Kranus, whose faceless gaze is fixed on you.
 	
*Standing in such close proximity to it—and in person, no less—stirs in you some unnameable sense of familiarity.
*Perhaps for the way it seemed as if it, too, was calculating its next move.
*A game of careful chess pieces on a cosmic board; something Gazia might have approved of.
 	
*You ask, barely above a whisper, what it intends to do.
 	
*Kranus: The Queen cannot be allowed her victory.
*Kranus: I do not know if you understand; but it matters more that you do not stop.
*Kranus: Knowing this, what will you do...
*Kranus: ?
 	
*You head over to the injured cavalier, whose life was spared—but only just.
 	
*Kyria: ...
*Kyria: Just who are you?
 	
*You fear you have no answer for her, and only offer a hand on her shoulder.
*You fear that, perhaps...
*There are no answers at all.