One by one, the stories forming the bridge's surface erupted with starlight.
The beams shot chaotically into the night sky, tracing countless arcs before finding their destined owners.
Snowland. Forest Sea. Beacon. Tingo. Among Antlers. Mountain Isles. Nuclear Flash...
Order Clock began tolling again.
Heavy, resonant chimes echoed through the darkness.
It sounded like an official announcement that the old era had come to an end.
And Rita discovered something unexpected.
The Authority she gained by "taking" these players was greater than the Authority she had obtained from the suspected world fragments.
The illustration within World Sigh seemed to come alive.
She could vaguely sense that she was now capable of more.
The feeling was difficult to describe.
As she looked toward the edge of the cosmos, she seemed to "see" an invisible barrier.
By the time Rita had changed the Order of every player, the distant Order Clock had lost much of its brilliance.
