Chapter 31: Threads of the Broken Weave

Scene 1: Echoes of the Unmade

Ellara floated in the void between worlds. Fragments of reality shimmered around her, broken pieces of the past and future spiraling in chaotic patterns. The weave had been torn apart, its delicate threads unwinding into the abyss.

She was suspended in nothingness, yet she could feel everything—the weight of countless lives that had been, that could have been, and those that might never be again.

Then, a whisper.

Not a voice, not a thought.

Something deeper, older.

“You have opened the gate.”

Ellara turned, but there was no one there. Only the vast, yawning chasm where existence itself had been ripped apart.

She clenched her fists, comporting herself. “No, I’ve rewritten it.”

The void trembled. The shattered remnants of the weave pulsed as if alive.

And then the world slammed back into place.

Scene 2: The Fractured City