He opened his eyes and stared directly at the empty part on top of the eighth spire. Just before he could resume his thoughts, a sickly familiar computer voice vibrated faintly in his ears.

[The Tranium Oath of the Eight Macrocosm is suggesting a contract.]

The man's eyes widened automatically and he immediately nodded, attempting to speak but ending up sputtering for a few moments. "Y—yes," he said, voice suddenly desperate and awfully dry. He braced himself to pay the repercussions, but to his surprise the black shards never came, instead a holograph opened in front of him.

[1. . . ␣␣ must give up certain memories and expect others to be forgotten.
2 . . . ␣␣ must be willing to face the Repercussions.
3 . . . ␣␣ should visit the 9th macrocosm.
4 . . . ␣␣ may have the capabilities to change designated events if willing to lose the course of others.
5. . . ␣␣ must be willing to make the story more interesting—
6. . .]

To be able to live again. To be able to escape this eternal solitude he'd ended up in, he would have to [**].