Another Part Of The Dimension
[The Authority of Death has acknowledged its successor.]
[Valentine Lockwood.]
Ambrose had just found and picked up the First Spark Necklace when the system's notification came in.
He stared at Valentine's name, marvelling at the words attached to it.
'He… he actually did it.' The river around him slowly dried up, his grip on the necklace's crystal tightening. 'Authority of death. Aura, does this mean—'
[Yes. Valentine has become the embodiment of the concept of Death in Creation.] Even she sounded perplexed. [This mission… it's not just about mastering the First Born artefacts.]
Ambrose's head spun around as the waters cleared off completely, leaving behind nothing but the vast white space.
Mikaelion, that sneaky old bastard.
"He entrusted these," He lifted the necklace, wearing it around his neck, "to me—to us. Because he trusted we'd be able to stand as Creation's anchors. Even without him. Without the Creator."
