Chapter 27: The Balance of Threads

Scene 1: The Weight of Remembrance

Ellara traced her fingers over the stone at her throat, feeling the quiet hum of its energy. The city had settled into its new form, but it was not a peaceful transition. The echoes of the battle with the Forgotten still lingered, some parts of the world remained frayed, resisting the weave of unity.

Standing on top of the Weaving Spire, she overlooked the merged realities. Some streets shimmered with new existence, buildings shifting between their old and new forms. Others still bore the scars of unraveling—jagged edges where time had not yet decided what belonged.

Kael approached, his staff pulsing in a slow rhythm. “We brought them into the weave, but it doesn’t mean they understand it yet.”

Ellara sighed. “Some of them don’t want to understand.” She thought of the council members who had walked away in silence, of those who had disappeared rather than accept what had been restored.