Chapter 1489: The Loom of Eternity

The darkness of the sky seemed to press down on them as the guardians stood before the group of villagers. The mention of the Loom of Eternity sent a ripple through their ranks, the weight of the words sinking deep into their bones. The Loom was a myth—spoken of only in whispers, an artifact of immense power that could alter the very fabric of reality itself. If the Weavers sought it, then the balance of the realm was in peril.

"We need to find out more," Elara said, her voice steady despite the storm raging in her mind. "What do you know about this Loom?"

The elderly woman, her hands shaking, clutched a faded map. "I don't know much, just that it's a place, not an object. They spoke of its location in riddles. They called it the heart of all creation, where the threads of life are spun and woven. They came, demanding to know where it was, but no one knew. Then they began to destroy everything in their path."