Picking Chords

The moment the sword struck the pearly white thread, a brilliant explosion erupted from the point of contact. White light flared up, pure and radiant, mingling with golden sparks that shot outwards in all directions. The air hummed with raw energy as the two forces collided, creating a dazzling burst of illumination. The lights twisted and spiraled, forming arcs of shimmering gold that cut through the blinding light.

It was as if the power of fate itself was being unraveled, sending ripples of light cascading in all directions, filling the surrounding with an otherworldly glow–Then, the explosion pulsed briefly and faded, leaving a lingering afterglow in the air. When that too dissipated, what remained of the thread Daniel had cut was the very same string, except that now, the portion of fate that followed the point of contact, had turned dark.