The golden threads began to unravel, not in chaos, but with deliberate precision, as if unseen hands were carefully tucking them away. The constellations of power… cities glowing like embers in the darkness, shrank into pinpricks of light.
Above them, a massive web of red strings stretched out in every direction, each thread glowing faintly, some tight, some fraying. Names, crests, and faces flickered where the strings crossed… families, corporations, bloodlines, all tied together.
Some threads pulsed like they were alive, others tangled in knots so tight they almost bled light. A few strands connected to nothing, curling away into the dark like they were hiding something.
Then, one by one, the strings faded,
vanishing into the void until only a handful remained… and then those too dissolved.
A low hum reverberated through the black expanse, the kind of sound you feel in your bones rather than hear. It vibrated against his teeth, his fingertips, his spine.
