We traveled with the Builder to what we hoped was the final arena only to arrive at a place torn apart by fighting factions. Wizards were heavily engaged with Voidlings that fell from the rip above while the dragon continued it’s ascent. We opted to head towards the dragon and I used my levitation spell to boost people into the sky. Together we reached the dragon and had begun fighting it when-
We were fighting the dragon the battlefield once again. Spiders crawled everywhere while it continued to breath on us. We fought valiantly against them when-
We stood as we felt the Builder’s plan came to fruition. We felt power slowly seeping down to us while we talked with his “Avatars” when-
We stood in a dark room while the Avatar of Maka slaughtered everyone outside. We waited in fear while she broke the door down when-
We were playing cards with the little girl, trying to learn what secrets we could to try and ascertain the correct path when-
We were still playing cards, but now things were… better? We keep shifting from one reality to another, praying to find a reality that would work for all of us and that may be the problem- the only one that we would all compromise on is one where the world stays the same. I don’t think that is something that can be achieved anymore. The world is at a precipice and the only thing we can do is determine where we land.
We shift again.