The pull of the thread was relentless, its shimmering light growing brighter as it dragged them through the swirling fabric of the Divide. Time and space blurred, and the companions felt themselves caught in a current far beyond their comprehension. The Divide seemed alive, its threads twisting and shifting to create a passage, a path illuminated by the faint glow of the thread they pursued.
Liora's mind raced as they moved. She could feel the thread pulsing in her grasp—not physically, but deep within her consciousness, as though it were guiding her thoughts as much as her steps. She glanced at her companions, their faces illuminated by the strange, otherworldly light. Each bore the weight of the journey in their own way: Kael with quiet determination, Elara with her steadfast resolve, and Bryn with his restless energy barely contained.