Night followed Kael's words in silence, a silence so rare. Stars shone overhead, their constellations shattering into new patterns—signs of a remade world. And yet amidst that quiet, tension hummed like tightened string.
Deep in the valley, where mist covered the edges of newly-awakened lands, shadows moved.
The True Thread had come.
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An Old Doctrine Reborn
Their leader called himself Varek.
Having been a former high-priest of the inner sanctum of Watchers, Varek had seen the collapse of the Loom's original order by perpetuating forbidden weaves—old practices that took free will hostage under the guise of structure. His followers were religious fanatics, die-hards who had worn thread tattoos on their bodies like holy texts.
The false Loom breathes, he spat before his gathered followers, "but it breathes chaos. No borders. No command. Just the cacophony of the weak leading the blind. We will remind them of the price of rebellion.".
