I almost forgot Earth.
In the inhabited Dyson-sphere that the locals call Unity, everything is different. Time here is measured in cycles that change with the appearance of a new sign on the celestial calendar. The Lords of the Heavenly Throne set new rules of the game—and all the Peoples of the Circle gather at a ting to discuss how to live on.
A ting.
With this ancient word, neurolinguistics named a gathering of the chosen of all Peoples in a sacred place at the foot of the luminous Yggdrasil tree. Here, new Ascendants—just having received their stigmas—are presented; disputes are allowed, alliances formed, and wars declared.
Will I make it to the ting?
For me, that’s a matter of life and death.
The future of my earthly freehold, the fate of my enemies and friends, my own destiny—everything will be decided there.
But the most important thing is already done. The White Devil worked hard. I’ve already become a true Ascendant and understood the main thing—here only Star Blood matters!