As Tirien Vol stands within the cathedral of light and alloy, his presence pulses against the chamber’s natural harmonics. The Dusk Choir falls into silence—not out of fear, but reverence… and something else. Doubt.
Above the Traveler, three luminous paths arc into view—each carved in overlapping constellations, each humming in its own tone. Sabine’s voice breaks in, low, clear.
Sabine:
“The Choir has granted you three paths. Choose with care, Traveler. Each will ripple beyond this place.”
Release Him “I will grant you freedom. Let your path be your own.”
Seal Him Deeper “You are not ready. And neither are we.”
Shatter the Reflection “You are a distortion of light. I choose clarity.”