Chapter 97 Countdown

• There was a figure beginning to form from the tear, but ‘figure’ was not an appropriate term, at all. Sometimes it turns into a man-like figure and then into a crystal network composed purely of information or into the vortex of a quantum uncertainty.
• When people become conscious of it entering their lives fully, a wave of… something… spreads through the air. Each and every superior human being within a hundred miles’ range could sense it, feel it—a call, a welcome, a belonging.
• So I read the other day, ”The herald,” the Architect spoke in my head. “The first fallen angel of what we are turning into. Sadly, he still had control over my head, and he always sent daunting messages to remind me of his existence.“