Chapter 11

Thalos woke to a changed world. Mortals glowed with divine sparks; gods felt mortal yearnings.

Aelios laughed, his light vibrant. "Lyra, we're no longer echoes."

Pythia prophesied: "Harmony endures."

And so, Thalos thrived—a city where sunsets whispered secrets, and moonbeams danced with laughter. Mortals painted frescoes of gods, and gods hummed mortal lullabies. The Loom of Harmony remained guarded, its threads shimmering—a testament to unity.

As Thalos flourished, a powerful entity, the Shadow Weaver, emerged from the depths of the underworld. This dark being sought to unravel the harmony between mortals and gods, exploiting the threads of fate for its own malevolent purposes.

The Shadow Weaver began to manipulate the Loom of Harmony, creating dark tapestries that spread discord and chaos throughout Thalos. Mortals and gods alike began to turn against each other, their unity fraying.