Whispers of the Eternal Vale

of light flowed gently through fields of crystal flowers, each petal glowing faintly as though imbued with the memories of countless souls. At the center of it all stood the Loom of

The shard pulled itself free from his grip, floating toward the tapestry and embedding itself into its center. The entire Lo

and love. In another, he was a hero, celebrated and admired by the villagers who once mocked h

er, a sharp voice cut through

ith an ethereal light as she drew her dagger. "The shard doesn't belong to you, or t

We've come this far together. You said you wanted t

. This power... this tapestry... it can do more than restore balance. It can rewrite existence itself. I've waited centuries for t

zed the shard from its place in the tapestry, and the world around them shuddered. T

outed, reaching for he

ted from the tapestry, wrapping around her and lifting her into the air. Her screams echoed

hey came-t

d energy, their forms shifting and impossible to define. Thei

ce reverberating through the Vale. "You have defied the or

out! You made me a pawn in your divine game, bound to watch as you twisted lives to s

tearing the Vale apart. Silra fought back with the shard's power, weaving threads of energy int

, the shard, the Loom-everything was falling apart. Yet, amidst the chaos

king. "This isn't the way. You don't have to f

uck her, and she screamed, her form beginning to unravel. The shard, now overcharged

ebris and energy blasts that filled the air. When he reached her

"Please, Silra. You've carr

she looked at him. "I just wan

ed. "And you can be.

om her grasp, and Kael caught it just as it began to disintegrate. The Loom'

stial light dimmed. Kael cradled her as the

murmured, her voi

ou're free now, Silra.

m. He knew the Vale could no longer hold its fragile existence, and the power of the shard w

one last time before diss