THE WEAVE:
"Vesta!" Lilith screams, waking up from her Nightmare, "I formed a Truce, with Lucy on the Dreaming Sea. Churns out, we won't need the armies, to make One," Lilith pants. "We still need, the armies," Vesta confirms, "But this is good. There are no rules in the Truce ingredients, defining the particulars. Who says you can't trade one Milk Sea Truce, for another? Also, while you were sleeping, Handiboi found his own White Horse..." Vesta drifts, pressing play...