The Seal Stone

When the seal stone reaches its true seal, the apocalypse must break. At the end of every apocalypse, there are lives lost. To whom does this honor belong?

•I ran my finger around the circle of his tattoo one turn. "Do you feel?" ' I asked bitterly. "There's a big sign right here." If he spoke bravely, he would probably say stamp. Or damn. "You don't see it, but you feel it. It's right here. A rope that wraps you around you." My other hand slipped down Cesur's arm and my fingers tangled in his. “A web that connects everything,” I said, admiring his tattoo.

"Just like me." •