The Weaver of Eternity loomed before them, a swirling figure of light and shadow that shifted between dimensions, impossible to pin down. Its presence weighed heavily on the air, suffocating even the sounds of the crew's hurried breaths. The heart of the Nexus—the very source of the multiverse's creation and destruction—was unraveling before their eyes, and the Weaver stood at its center, desperately clinging to the remnants of control.
The Echo Skiff veered sideways as Captain Yara fought to keep the vessel steady. The burst of energy from the Weaver's first strike had left the skiff's systems flickering erratically, the very air around them thick with the pulse of unstable reality. Yet the captain's face remained set in determination, her hands flying over the controls.
"Brace yourselves!" Yara shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. "This thing is just getting started!"
