Requirements:
- Journal
- Ability
- History: Heart
- Numen: The Void Between
- Paper Tree
The Law will be Preserved
The sickness pulls my body in twain, between what I was and what it seeks to make me. When the Bounds take up the weight of the Law, I will learn to persist in the space between both, and all of me will be one.
Labyrinth of Life
At the Ruin of the Roots, where the undivided heart of the Seven-Coiled lies, I shape a space in the Bounds where future and past coexist, where possibilities do not contradict but interweave. I heal as I die; I am less, yet I am growing; sickness and self unite. In this union is my cure. [You have shaped the Histories; set a stone in their foundation; reached a destination; finished the game. The roots of the world run ever deeper. Please accept our congratulations.]
Tarot: Emperor