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... itself in real time. Threads rushed together, weaving a bridge through empty space—twisting, groaning, struggling to exist at all.
Each step they took sent ripples through the unfinished fabric of reality, as though the Weave itself flinched at their presence.
Tovin stared at the shifting ground. “Is it just me, or does this place feel like it’s... in pain?”
Lumen nodded slowly. “Because it is. The Weave isn’t meant to change this fast.”
Marra kicked a loose thre ...
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