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Enrollment Day
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1. [Prologue], after the fight
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Is it... over...?
"Tawil" remains standing in place, though no longer with the same composure.
Before anyone has a chance to react, They unfurl their wings, and lunge at Ramona.
Time comes to a halt.
You unleashed every ounce of speed you possessed, barely managing to intercept Their path.
The pale monster stares at you.
Faceless. Silent.
A woman's face comes into view, cold and expressionless.
Her finger daintily taps your Silver Key.
The Silver Key flashes in response.
You are the Variable, the answer to both the beginning and the end.
Hopefully, you will become the turning point...
The pale six-winged monster. The mud creatures. The twisted Awakeners...
One by one, they melt into the Black Pool before vanishing completely. The woman with a vacant expression begins to float upward.
Deaf to Ramona and Doll's calls, you clutch the Silver Key and stare up at "Tawil," already being engulfed by the "Gate" above.
You know that face. The indifference. The brows. The lips. They all mirror Ramona's appearance.
They look exactly the same.
Two Days Later Keygrave
...We of Mythag University are pioneers in the battle against Dissolution. We stand as humanity's last line of defense.
For 300 years, Mythag University has paid a heavy price to protect humanity's peace from Dissolution.
These graves were dug in advance. We honor all Mythag personnel, professors and students alike, who chose martyrdom over retreat.
The speech continues. Czort closes her eyes and sighs, her breath a white mist dissipating in the rain.
...I believe you understand the gravity of these words better than any other initiate.
Over the centuries, The Black Pool has birthed Silver Cores and Mutants many times before... but this latest incident dwarfs them all.
Too many never came home.
Ms. Czort is the Acting Dean of Mythag's Department of Biological Studies. Legend had it that she could see otherworldly beings. The former dean's star pupil.
Dissolution brings only chaos, madness, and death. This is an inevitable burden we must bear together.
You understand the meaning behind Czort's words. There is no one buried in the grave before you.
Black slime slowly oozes down the tombstone.
...
After the ceremony, Lord Dexter invites you to his office.
"Dexter" rings a familiar bell; it's Ramona's surname. He's your professor and her adoptive father.
About this section in your report... I have a favor to ask of you.
Regarding Tawil's appearance... could you keep that from Ramona for now?
Why?
How should I put it... the causality involved is quite complicated. Not something I can sum up quickly.
But I will tell her eventually; just not yet.
This is unrelated to Mythag's confidentiality protocols, but rather a request from a father who wishes to protect his daughter.
Please, give me some time, alright?
Although you wish to know the truth, you nod in agreement compliantly.
Thank you for understanding. Speaking of which... I just got my hands on a couple of bottles of royal blend whiskey.
Here, take one. Invite Ramona for a drink, and savor the taste of adulthood. Consider it your special initiation rite, eh?
Respectfully, Lord Dexter, rest is a luxury we can't afford. The Dissolution won't pause for our convenience.
Alas, William has found his way here. Sorry kid, you're on your own now.
Your dossier is prepared. The time has come, our new Keeper. Report for duty.
May the Silver Key light your path.