The Strength of the Few

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Omne trium perfectum The Hierarchy still call me Vis Telimus. Still hail me as Catenicus. They still, as one, believe they know who I am. But with all that has happened-with what I fear is coming-I am not sure it matters anymore. I am no longer one. I won the ludicium and lost everything- and now, impossibly, the ancient device beyond the Labyrinth has replicated me across three separate worlds. A different version of myself in each of Obiteum, Luceum, and Res. Three different bodies, three different lives. I have to hide; fight; play politics. I have to train; trust; lie. I have to kill; heal; prove myself again, and again, and again. I am loved, and hated, and entirely alone. Above all, though, I need to find answers before it's too late. To understand the nature of what has happened to me and why. I need to find a way to stop the coming Cataclysm, because if all I have learned is true, I may be the only one who can.