Eira led them to a loom in the clouds—threads of light and shadow intertwined. A figure worked it—the Weaver.
"The balance of Elysium is a tapestry," the Weaver said, eyes hidden. "A thread is loose."
Kaden frowned. "Which thread?"
The Weaver plucked one. Elysium's winds howled—a future shifted.
Lara gasped. "What did you do?"
"The past rewritten," the Weaver said. "Elysium's fate now branches."
Zeno stepped forward. "Can we fix it?"
The Weaver handed Zeno scissors. "Cut the right thread."
Kaden, Lara, and Arin exchanged looks. The stakes just rose...