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... rd, twisting like a living helix. Each step hummed beneath their feet—ancient, resonant, unsettling. The deeper they descended, the colder the light became, shifting from warm gold to sharp, crystalline blue.
Behind them, the echoes of the Fractured Titan faded into silence.
Ahead of them... something waited.
The Loomchild hovered close, voice hushed.
“The Source is not a creature. Not a place. It is what the Weave refused to keep.”
Tovin shivered. “So... ...
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