The Loom-realm shuddered and sighed as if waking from a long, restless slumber. Threads, once frayed and knotted, now hummed with a peaceful, luminous pulse—new patterns emerging where chaos had reigned.
Far from the Weave's center, the realms stirred.
In the high towers of the Skyward Citadel, the Council of Threads sat in stunned silence. Their ancient eyes, once murky with certainty, now sparkled with doubt and awe.
The Voidlord is undone," whispered Elder Maelis, her voice shaking like the final thread of a dying star. "And Kael and Elira… they occupy the Loom's throne."
One of the young acolytes beside her swallowed hard, her eyes huge. "But what does it mean for us? For the world?"
Maelis's eyes darkened. "It means the balance has shifted. The old laws are broken. And we are unmoored.".
