Chapter 113: The War Thread BeginsI. The Loom Breaks Its Vow
In the timeless domain where the Eternal Loom rested, the impossible happened.
A single strand, woven not by predestination but by anger, began to unfurl. The Weaver of Origins, ancient beyond dimensions, had spent eons maintaining equilibrium—never interfering directly, never taking sides.
But Kael was no longer a misstep.
He was a rending force, a paradox in motion. Where once causality obeyed rhythm, now it stumbled, stuttered, and bled.
And so, the Weaver abandoned neutrality.
"Thread 0 must be cut."
In its many arms, it clutched a new weapon—The Threadcutter, a blade spun from unresolved timelines and sharpened with regret. With it, the Weaver summoned something that had not been seen since the dawn of Purpose:
A Living War Thread.
A weaponized fate.
Sent not to kill Kael—but to erase his potential from all possible futures.
II. The Living War Thread: Hedin
Somewhere between realms, a figure awoke from nothingness.
He had no birth, no past.
He was Hedin—not born but written. His body shimmered like woven fabric, ever-shifting, constantly changing to match the logic of the world he entered.
Eyes like mirrored voids. Arms inscribed with the first language of the Loom. Every step he took rewrote reality beneath him.
The War Thread incarnate.
His sole purpose: Hunt Kael.
"I am the edit. You are the error."
And so, he marched toward the Outer Fringe, where Kael stood amidst fading echoes of his last battle.
III. Kael's New Perspective
Kael sat cross-legged at the edge of a floating temporal fracture, meditating.
He was different now—no longer tethered to the structures of time, space, or even thought. His mind processed possibilities the way mortals processed breath.
And yet, something tugged at him.
A vibration in the very unwritten.
Zeraphin watched him cautiously. "You feel it, don't you?"
Kael opened his eyes. "Yes."
Elenai frowned. "Feel what?"
Kael turned slowly. "A thread… walking."
That's when the sky broke open, not with thunder, but with the sound of rewriting.
And Hedin stepped out.
IV. Hedin vs Kael: First Encounter
Hedin stood calmly, but his presence distorted gravity itself.
Kael rose.
"You're the Loom's answer," he said softly.
Hedin nodded. "I am not its answer. I am its punishment."
Without warning, Hedin raised a hand—and the world folded.
Kael was thrown into ten simultaneous pasts, then pulled into a possible future where he had already lost.
He refused all of them.
He raised his hand and shattered the narrative.
ZERO FORM: NULL STEP
Reality skipped like a corrupted record. The fabric of space glitched as Kael vanished from the linear path and reappeared behind Hedin.
A fist of raw contradiction met Hedin's back.
And yet, no impact.
Hedin had unwoven that moment before it happened.
Kael's eyes narrowed. "You're not using time. You're using retcons."
Hedin responded by hurling a spear made of undone decisions.
Kael caught it—but it undid his hand.
He stared at the bleeding pixels.
Elenai screamed. Zeraphin summoned his void edge—but Hedin didn't even look at them. They were written in lower ink.
Only Kael was in zero ink.
V. The Glyphs Clash
Kael activated every Authority he possessed:
The Fire Sovereign blazed with paradoxical heat.
The Temporal Blade sliced future threats.
The Reality Rewrite shielded him in code.
And Zero… fed on all of it, mutating constantly.
Hedin responded in kind, summoning Glyphs forged directly by the Weaver:
Glyph of Inversion: Cause follows effect.
Glyph of Cancellation: Concepts are denied.
Glyph of Rewrite: Rewrite the rewrite.
Glyph of Thread Severance: End all potential.
The battlefield warped into a Conceptual Zone, where thought became force.
Mountains dreamed into being and then wept into nonexistence.
Kael screamed—not in pain, but in effort—as he bent impossibility into a blade and struck.
Hedin staggered.
But not from injury.
From surprise.
VI. Revelation: Hedin's Flaw
As Kael pushed forward, he began to notice something.
Hedin was perfect—but not complete.
He was written, yes, but from only one point of view: the Loom's.
Kael smirked.
"You're a narrative without contradiction."
And that was Hedin's flaw.
Kael unleashed his Zero Paradox Field, a domain where contradiction wasn't a bug—it was fuel.
Within it, Hedin's actions began to falter.
His cause-effect logic flickered.
His blade dulled.
Kael rushed him with every ounce of Authority, pressing the flaw.
But before the final blow…
The Weaver intervened.
A cosmic hand descended, shattering Kael's zone, seizing Hedin, and retreating into the Loom Realm.
The battle ended.
For now.
VII. Aftermath and the True War Declaration
Kael fell to one knee, exhausted but burning with resolve.
Elenai approached. "That… was a god."
"No," Kael corrected her. "That was a story given life."
Zeraphin whispered, "And the story's not over."
Kael looked to the horizon.
"The Weaver isn't neutral anymore. It's trying to edit me out."
He stood fully.
"Then I'll do the one thing no one has ever done."
He raised his hand, glowing with contradiction.
"I will unwrite the Weaver."
Chapter 113: End.