The news had been void. Felix sat in the cold, humming silence of the transport vessel, as the rest tended to their injuries about him. He felt the void where his brother's memory had previously resided, not as an empty shelf, but as an ache—a raw, surgical wound that had been the first cut in a plan he still couldn't quite picture.He had penned his own death. His act of sacrifice was the spark. The discovery was a dizzy, circular loop that risked devouring his sanity."The fire… the destruction of the Monastery… they were the same," he said, his voice hollow. "My death was a test. A rehearsal."Liora, rubbing her temples where the neural interface had left seething red welts, sat up. "A test for what?"On the Last Page," Ryna answered from the cot where she was casting her arm. Her tone was somber. "You don't build a device that will destroy a universe without testing it on something a little smaller first. They tested it on you."But who?" Felix spat out, fury welling up within him