Ash Inspector stood before the throne.
Only a single step separated it from the person seated upon it.
The cube in its chest spun violently once more, as though unseen hands were constantly scrambling and restoring it.
Never before had it been watched by so many eyes.
Every living being was waiting to witness its betrayal.
In truth, it had only been thirty days.
Just thirty days.
Yet the being before it had become the existence it understood best.
The people she had brought here could never stop talking about her.
Some loved her.
Some hated her.
Some worshipped her.
Some did not know how to define her at all.
But whenever those players vaguely referred to "that person," it always knew exactly who they meant.
Every comment they made was like a puzzle piece.
Or a cube segment.
Over the past thirty days, it had collected them endlessly.
A fragment here.
A passing remark there.
Until eventually, a complete image of her had formed within its database.
