Chapter 254 Severing the Weaver
The threads of dimension dance in the air, slicing through light and time.
Every step Fitran and Rinoa take feels like walking on a crumbling reality—where the world can collapse or be reborn at any moment.
Thaer'Zhulith hovers above the nexus of possibilities he has created himself.
His face remains expressionless.
His eyes—hourglass and black hole—continue to spin endlessly.
"Every choice you make is merely another knot that I can sew anew."
Thaer'Zhulith's voice reverberates through the boundless space, tearing at the fabric of reality. Each spoken word spreads like a wave, compelling them to feel the surging uncertainty. The space around him vibrates, as if the world itself is weighing the gravity of their impending actions.
The threads in the air stretch in all directions, connecting thousands of versions of worlds they have never even known.
Fitran raises his hand.
Voidwright curls in the air, forming a flawed spiral—because human will is never perfect.
As the spiral expands, golden-blue light pulses like thunder, illuminating his surroundings. Each loop of the spiral gathers strength, influencing the waves of time and space, as if the very fabric of dimensions trembles with a blend of fear and hope.