I closed my eyes.
The library faded from my perception.
The endless shelves disappeared, the ticking of the colossal clock became distant, and even the presence of the other Saints gradually dissolved until only darkness remained.
Then...
The familiar silver pain spread behind my eyes.
Soul Force flowed away from me in a steady stream as the All-Knowing Eyes awakened once more.
"What is the question my soul seeks most?"
Unlike every previous use of the Eyes, there was no overwhelming torrent of visions.
No fragmented memories. No countless possibilities colliding with one another.
Only...
A single book.
It rested upon an old wooden table illuminated by the gentle glow of a solitary lamp. The cover was made of dark leather that had clearly weathered countless years, yet it remained perfectly preserved. There were no elaborate engravings, no divine symbols or ancient runes decorating its surface.
Only three simple words.
The Final Chapter.
