After Sylvaine's departure, a new figure emerged to take her place.
It was the fourth [Creator], Octave, noticeably different from the others, dressed in a coat that flared with every subtle movement, his fingers idly spinning a small, silver knife.
A faint grin curled at his lips as he stepped forward.
Several blue panels formed in front of Alex, each surrounded by a glowing ring, softly rotating in place.
The information etched across them pulsed with a quiet hum, as if echoing the knowledge they contained.
"They already told you how all of this came to be, and why you're here," Octave said, his tone playful but edged with something deeper.
"But now, don't you think it's finally time we talk about the [Chosen Games] themselves?" His grin widened slightly as he looked at Alex.
Alex nodded.
It was the part he had been waiting for, perhaps even dreading.
He wanted answers about the Games, and why everything had led to this.
