Genessa

Behold.

It's... just as I first dreamed.

Our work is done.

The Ascension is complete.

We should help him.

We mustn't interfere.

You know how this path unfolds.

And what if we're wrong?

Or… deceived? Or…?

Have faith, sester.

Look, sester.

The end is near.

What do you think you're doing?

I've... seen something terrible.

We all have, sester.

You don't understand.

The Foundling—he can't—

(gasps)

I won't just stand here.

Let us train.

At once.

Perhaps another time, sester.

Not right now, sester.

You bear a sester’s mask.

And yet, I am no sester.

Then what are you?

I’m simply another curious traveller.

A chronicler.

And for a moment… our goals have aligned.

You serve the Undermether. Don’t you?

I followed her here.

But no, I do not serve her.

Her kin are part of the Great Question.

But not the answer.

Enough riddles.

Why are you helping us?

I am a gatherer.

There is an impossible calculus.

That binds, as it breaks.

It reverberates like a heartbeat… through all things.

And flows like a river… in all directions.

That which is and is not everything all at once.

Is this the… Great Question?

Yes, and I am only one of many working to solve it.

Soon, I will depart with my findings.

And If I am lucky…

… a sliver of truth shall be my prize.