Brother Vance is running his fingers over his books when you arrive. You tell him of Zavala's concern.

He nods. "I will attempt to divine which prophesized end-time we find ourselves in."

Vance traces an arcing hypotrochoid spiral on a thick piece of parchment. "Osiris used obscene amounts of Fractaline to power the obelisks," he says, shaking his head at the paradoxes the old Warlock tempted.

"Now I feel this taut reality tremble and groan. It anchors countless timelines, all pulling against the chronological center. And this Pyramid threatens to collapse them all."

"The Infinite Forest is the key to all of this," he says. "How, I do not yet understand. Any help you could provide would be most welcome."