La fuerza de pocos

The Hierarchy still calls me Vis Telimus. They still hail me as Catenicus. They still think they know who I am. But, with everything that's happened, with what I fear is about to happen, I'm not sure it matters. I am no longer just one. I won the Iudicium and lost everything. And now the ancient artifact that lay beyond the Labyrinth has copied me into three different worlds: Obiteum, Luceum, and Res. A version of myself in each; three different bodies, three different lives. I must hide, fight, conspire. I must train, trust, lie. I must kill, heal, test myself again, and again, and again… I am loved. I am hated. I am utterly alone. More than anything else, I need to find answers before it's too late. To understand the nature of what has happened to me, the why. I need to find a way to stop the coming cataclysm, because, if everything I've discovered so far is true, I may be the only one capable of doing it.