The light around them flared as the heart's energy surged through their bodies. The threads, which had once seemed like ephemeral strands of light, now coiled around them like living serpents, wrapping themselves around their limbs, their hearts, and their very souls. Each pulse of the heart was felt not just physically, but within their very essence—coursing through their minds, their thoughts, and their memories. The Divide was no longer just a realm of trials and enemies; it was part of them, and they were part of it.