He told them everything.
The full picture, from the collapsing dungeon and the Trial to the citadel and the class conferral to six months of shell imprints and synthesis events and the fractured memory in the object he'd been carrying in his jacket pocket since the Record's interior and had never found the right moment to address.
He put the object on the table in the guild auxiliary meeting room that Yuna had booked under specialist consultation, and they all looked at it while he talked.
It took forty minutes. Nobody interrupted.
When he finished, the room was quiet in the way rooms were quiet when something large had been said and needed space to settle.
Jiso spoke first, which was in line with his personality. 'The world is going to become an overlay,' he said. 'Everywhere. In thr
