See through, see far.

I look towards the one who addresses me. Presumably, it is because of my age, since she looks to Kristopher as well. "The Spire is meant to contain her. The demon ... went mad. It was never meant as a guardian to keep us out, but over the long centuries, its programming decayed far beyond the point of being repaired. " I say, fanning my fingers and holding my palms open to indicate some sort of acquiescence. "Whether the inner portions of the Spire are the same, I do not know for none have entered. The traps may be placed there by the old gods, or they may be inadvertent, like the so called demon was. Whatever the nature, it is we who should ascend the Spire. The naturals and outlanders alike may feel the confines of this barrier, but it is nothing compared to what we have endured. This cage was designed for her." I say, gesturing to where the Voice had just moments ago been. "She who has given us new life. Who has made us bright. It is our obligation to free her if we can." 108 mind is the echo of a future