Requirements:

There will be Seven Histories

My companion should be dead, lying with the gods-from-stone. When their remnants reawaken, so too will the Histories where my companion is alive and free, free to roam the world once more.

Vault of Bones

The Wyrmefota were the least among the Cross; lost to History, to Nowhere, to Hunger. But my companion survived, and as the bones of stone arise, she uncoils from her cage into freedom beneath the ribbed sky. The world is hers to roam or ravage, but whatever she reaps, I will glean from her rich bounty. [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: Aeon