The Vision trial began in the dark.
Not a frightening dark. An empty one: no floor, no walls, no sky, only a soft grey nothing that went on in every direction. My Shard glowed faintly against my chest, five spires lit and two dark.
"What would you build?" the Crown asked.
Before I could answer, it showed me what was coming.
Light bled into the grey, and the grey became a continent.
I knew it at once. I'd read it, chapter by chapter, in a life that had ended with a phone in my hand. The Saga's future. The world as it would go, if nobody changed it.
