The choice had been made. The Weave was torn, its threads stretched too thin to hold the balance any longer. Elara's mind raced, her heart heavy with the responsibility that lay ahead. They could not afford to waste time. The moment of reckoning had arrived.
As they stood together in the heart of the Eclipse Sanctuary, the Weave's presence was overwhelming. It pulsed around them, a swirling mass of light and shadow that had once been the foundation of their world, now fractured and unstable. Every breath they took seemed to reverberate through the fragile strands of magic, as if their very existence threatened to unravel what was left.
