The view was glorious—two beings with horns rising from their shoulders, catching and reflecting the sun's light. They wore radiant golden robes, the kind mythic gods wore in old folktales, standing high in the sky with open portals burning behind their backs like wings.
Below them stood Jamie Noter in his demon form, face to face with the scythe-wielding goddess. Far beneath, the forest stretched endlessly—trees swallowing the land, their shadows hiding the participants of the third game among branches and roots.
It was a crucial moment. The choice pressed down on everyone present, the same words echoing in their hearts again and again, growing heavier each time they returned.
They had to decide: remain under the regulations of the Midword system—or join the demon rebellion.
