Chapter 333: The Gifts of the Primal Loom
The second journey down to the Primal Loom was much less ominous than the first, yet Kai still felt the weight of its presence. Insanity or not, the Loom represented an immense amount of power, the culmination of generations of work by the elves. He'd basically forgotten about it while on Deadwaste, but it had spent months preparing the essence they'd granted for some sort of new power.
Whatever it was, Omilaena thought it was worth it. Of course, given how much they talked about the "threads of fate" Kai was fairly confident things wouldn't go well for him. Maybe the Primal Loom would come alive and attack him so he could eat it.
When they reached the bottom chamber, the same robed elder greeted them. "Welcome to the Primal Loom," he told them. "It is time to receive your gifts. There is no telling what the Loom might weave for you, but I guarantee that you will not find finer in the entire world."
"No trouble with our essences?" Omilaena asked.
"It has had more than enough time to grow. Please step this way."
There were spindles floating in the air in one shadowy recess of the room - only six spindles including theirs, which meant that even the elves weren't getting much clothing from the Primal Loom. Kai knew exactly which one was his: one of the spindles was radiating an ominous hunger. The threads surrounding it were an ugly black and gray mix, but when he picked it up the power hummed in his hand.
"What's this?" Omilaena gestured with her spindle, which was surrounded by odd blue rocky strings.
"The Primal Loom can weave more than simple textiles," the elder said. "I cannot guess the exact result, but it is certain to be formed from a different material. Likely gemstones of some sort."
"Hmm. I suppose that's for the best."