11TH HOUR

THE FINAL STROKE BEFORE TWELVE

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BOUND BY CIRCUMSTANCES beyond their understanding, they have gathered here today. the prophets of AZELF join hands with the CHARMED ONES, the final key to unlock the puzzle they’ve unknowingly been tasked with. as each holder reveals their UNUSUAL CHARM or MYSTERIOUS CHARM, the ground underneath them starts to glow.

circles of all sizes start to construct themselves into an array. they revolve around one another, guided by a planetary order. as they fall into place, the positions of Martín del Mar, priam conrad, and Katherine Fairburne form the three corners of a triangle. black lines shoot out from the cement underneath, creating a perimeter for three spheres to form.

no more than patterns on the ground, these orbs deviate from the design’s symmetrical nature. they glow in three different colors: blue, red, and yellow.

once the shapes stop moving, the sigil is complete. in that instance, every memory they’ve shared, every emotion they’ve bottled, floats to the surface. like the individual letters of a password, they unlock the only measure in place to gatekeep their progress.

sparks of probability crackle as energy radiates underneath them. the same force behind the PACKAGE FOR POG incident buffets them with severe winds. as their charms flutter against the gust, the BLUE SPHERE start to project an image.

those present will hear their own voice project a message straight into their mind. those who have been granted AZELF PROPHECIES will find the sensation familiar. those without, will walk away with a new memory. one they get to keep.

THE FUTURE IS LOST.

YOUR CHOICE DOESN’T MATTER.

THERE IS NO CORRECT ONE.

Martín del Mar priam conrad Katherine Fairburne
Eris Halla Summer Atreides Serena Malcolm
Locke Jamison Hideo Kino maverick noah ryder

MOMENTO

THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS

NOTHING HAPPENS. When Locke pulls out his phone, Priam catches a quick gleam. It appears to be a plain charm, unmarked, fitting in the palm of his gaze. Their memories of their previous encounters remain suppressed.

What Locke sees is the same letter he’s always seen. Unfortunately, he’s unable to remember how he found it. A forgotten paradox…

priam conrad Locke Jamison