Fate III

Their face was absent—only a smooth, featureless void resided beneath the hood.

But Aiden could feel them watching him.

"A trespasser against the Loom."

The voice wasn't spoken—it was imprinted directly into Aiden's soul, like an edict from the heavens.

Aiden's grip on the Codex tightened. "And who exactly are you supposed to be?"

Another figure stepped through the fracture.

This one was different.

A woman, clad in pristine white robes that shimmered like starlight. Unlike the first, her face was visible—but her eyes were missing.

Hollow sockets, brimming with shifting golden threads.

"One who Sees. One who Judges."

Her voice was smoother, colder.

The first figure raised a hand. The air warped, and the pressure in the room skyrocketed.

Aiden's body was forced downward. His knees buckled. The sheer weight of authority these beings carried was unlike anything he had encountered before.