They had been trapped in the book realm for what felt like a thousand years—surely their shared struggle warranted something to bind them in name as well as deed.

With the Crescent Pearl silent and lifeless around them, the companions turned to the question of survival.

It was only when the chaos passed that they realised the true cost. Time itself had slipped from their grasp. At a minimum, seven long months lost inside the Seal. However the environment of the Crescent Pearl suggested it may have been considerably longer.

In a moment that bent time and identity, Slate reached out to take a familiar hand—his own, though from another life entirely. As the two selves merged, memory and presence became one.

Amaedrianna found herself in her journey within the pages of this book. Sprinting across the rooftops of Vurduar, the city’s edges shrouded in familiar shadows. She wasn’t alone—Bantun, her childhood friend from long-forgotten escapades, ran beside her.

The group arrived in the grove just as the evening shadows began to stretch across the earth. One by one, they stepped into a memory that didn’t quite belong to them—but was painfully real to one among them.

After plunging into the strange prison that was once a book—bound to Vathros and steeped in memory—the group was met not with chains, but with a whisper: "Memory is not truth. It is allegiance."

The group began in uncertainty. Exhausted and low on supplies, they debated their next steps—returning to Ashrest, pushing onward to an unknown town, or finding another way entirely.

The group reunited once more. No time for rest. They fled under moonlight, leaving the fortress behind them, and ran until dawn.

The group stood at a distance, watching the fortress ahead. Quiet discussions circled around the best way to approach. Some, like Eos, were ready to walk right up and knock.

The group presses on, bypassing Gatai in favor of a quieter path—one that takes them toward Asazaki, the birthplace of Eos.

Before reaching their next destination, the group makes camp in the stillness of the wild. A clearing offers a moment of rest, though rest proves to be a fleeting thing.

The group reconvenes after a momentous transformation. Slate, having returned to his familiar form, joins the others just as Amaedrianna announces she has unfinished business—an appointment at the Jade Tsuba with a figure known only as The Willow.

The episode begins in silence. Hatsu Toshitsugu, kneeling before his ancestral home, is surrounded by wind, dust, and drifting petals. Before him—embedded in the stone—is Kaze Joba, his family’s sacred blade.

The night began with a quiet gesture.

As the weight of the graveyard's omen still hung in the air, Slate sought answers the only way he knew how.

The search for Eldrin led the group deep into the underbelly of Saigo no Toshi.

The night began not with rest, but with a visitor from the shadows.

Tensions flared from the very first moment of the session, as Amaedrianna stepped forward to challenge Ironclad's presence, invoking her father's name in a bold demand for restraint.

The group arrived in Saigo no Toshi under the guidance of Hatsu, finding themselves in a new environment rich in tradition and tension.