After the night the forum broke into unrest, and the truth about the Expedition's manipulation was revealed, Reed didn't sleep. Not because he was angry. But because one sentence from Rina—spoken after the villagers had dispersed—still echoed in his head:
"We were so busy preserving our form… that we forgot this world wasn't ours."
Adrasteia could survive.
But if the Sixth World itself rejected their form, then they were building a house on land that never wanted to see it built.
And Reed knew it was time to find out:
What exactly was the Sixth World?
Who shaped it?
And who—or what—allowed it to continue living like this?
With Rina's help and the network of Ancient Rifts, Reed accessed a place that only those recognized as "active structurists" by the Sixth World could enter:
The Root Archive of Narratives.
Not a library.
But a space outside of time,