Roman turned, his hand reaching out, his heart beating faster as the world around him started to shift. The glass walls of Vault 7 shimmered. The tree's roots seemed to stretch towards them, like tendrils, searching for something.“We need to respond,” he said slowly, his voice thick with uncertainty.But what was there to respond to? What choice did they have? To resist meant destruction, but to submit might mean everything changing. Too much.Cadence looked at him, her eyes wide, haunted. “What if we can’t shape this, Roman? What if it's already shaping us?”A chill ran through him at the thought. Could it be true? Could the Collowians, guided by the remnant of the Queen, be pushing the Romanite race into a new cycle? A new kind of existence? An evolution without limits.“Look at it,” Roman said, his voice hollow as the image pulsed again in his mind. “It’s not just the Collowians. It’s us, too. The tree grows and we grow with it. We become part of something larger.”Damians, still s

Calloway stood for a while before returning back to the family estate where he lived with his wife, Gia. They were given a one room apartment upstairs, which seemed like an abandoned tower. For years, they have had to endure this. It was better than them having nowhere to live, being among the homeless in the community. Calloway returned to the estate to meet with the first persons, grandma and grandpa. They were happy discussing a lot of things but as they set their eyes on him, it was as if they saw excreta. Calloway rolled his eyes on them after they turned away. He passed by, giving the appropriate greeting to them but neither of them replied. He looked forward, his wife was standing over signaling him to come over and don't bother his grandparents. He hurriedly left her, he had some news to hear. "Have you heard that our family, grandma to be precise, said towards the end of the anniversary that she would be investing her entire salary and gratuities at the Wells Company."Ca