Vibia looked at the wall in front of her.
She was old and nearing the end of her life, and entering Minkalla had been a fool’s errand. A last-ditch effort to stay alive.
She had been content with her passing until her son reached his own immortality and stopped delving long enough to settle down.
When she held her grandson in her arms, she realized that she would never be able to see him grow up if she allowed herself to succumb to old age.
She had been at the peak of Tier 14 for centuries, but without her Concept, she was unable to advance any further.
That had been ok. Her son had long since grown up, but now with a grandchild, she had a reason to live again.
So, she entered Minkalla.
Her son had begged her not to go, but she had insisted.
It was her only chance, and she refused
