The air was heavy as Elara led the way, her steps purposeful yet cautious. The Weave—the living, shifting space between worlds—had become their reality. No longer were they outside of it, mere observers of the Nexus. They had crossed its threshold, and now they were part of it. The ground beneath their feet seemed to breathe, the very soil shifting and moving like liquid, while the sky above flickered with strange, haunting lights. It was as though they were caught in an endless limbo, where time was fluid and nothing was ever still.
Elara's mind raced as she moved forward. Severing the Nexus had been an incredible victory, but it had come at a cost. They were deep within the Weave, and the consequences of their actions were far from clear. What had they unleashed by severing the Nexus's core? Was the collapse of the rift the end, or was there something greater at play, something that had yet to reveal itself?