Chapter 1490: The Dissolution of Identity

The Loom of Eternity pulsed with energy, its threads radiating a strange, dark light that seemed to pull at the very fabric of the realm. Elara stood at its center, her heart pounding, the Codex in her hands glowing brighter with every beat. The Weavers circled, their forms like shifting shadows, their presence a constant pressure on her mind. They were close now, closer than ever before. The fate of the tapestry, of all existence, hung in the balance.

With a deep breath, Elara focused. She could feel the Codex resonating with the Loom, responding to its energy. The book seemed to hum with an ancient power, its pages turning faster than she could follow. The symbols on the pages were shifting, intertwining with the threads of the Loom itself, creating a pattern—one that was both familiar and alien, a blueprint for something greater.