The weight of the Weave's words lingered in the air long after its presence had faded. The shifting landscape around them seemed quieter, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Elara stood motionless, staring into the space where the glowing form had been, trying to process what had just occurred. The reality of their situation pressed in on her—whatever path lay ahead, it was no longer one they could walk with certainty.
The others remained silent, their faces etched with a mixture of confusion, apprehension, and grim determination. Morgana was the first to speak, breaking the heavy silence.
"We've been given a choice," she said, her voice steady but laced with an undeniable weight. "The Weave has spoken. But it didn't give us an answer—it only gave us a warning."
