I have almost forgotten Earth.
In the inhabited Circles of the Dyson sphere that the natives call Unity, everything is different. Here, time is measured in cycles that change with the arrival of sky marks of the celestial calendar. As the masters of the Skythrone set new rules, all people of the Circle come to the moot to discuss how to follow them.
The moot. That was the word chosen by the neural linguistic network to call the meeting of the people chosen by the tribes. It is held in a sacred plate at the foot of the light-bearing Ygg-Tree. Here, they announce new Ascendants who received their Stigmata, resolve arguments, make alliances, and declare wars.
Will I make it to the moot?
For me, it’s a question of life and death. The future of the Earth freehold, the lives of my enemies and friends, and my own fate — everything will be decided there.
But the hard part is over, and the White Devil did a good job. I’ve already become a real Ascendant who knows the most important thing: here, only Starblood matters!
Genre: GameLit
In the inhabited Circles of the Dyson sphere that the natives call Unity, everything is different. Here, time is measured in cycles that change with the arrival of sky marks of the celestial calendar. As the masters of the Skythrone set new rules, all people of the Circle come to the moot to discuss how to follow them.
The moot. That was the word chosen by the neural linguistic network to call the meeting of the people chosen by the tribes. It is held in a sacred plate at the foot of the light-bearing Ygg-Tree. Here, they announce new Ascendants who received their Stigmata, resolve arguments, make alliances, and declare wars.
Will I make it to the moot?
For me, it’s a question of life and death. The future of the Earth freehold, the lives of my enemies and friends, and my own fate — everything will be decided there.
But the hard part is over, and the White Devil did a good job. I’ve already become a real Ascendant who knows the most important thing: here, only Starblood matters!
Genre: GameLit