Chapter 179
Chapter 179: The Pattern Without End
Elenwe faces the root in the space between worlds, where the figure attempts to weave her into the endless pattern. She discovers the black line on her palm is not a tether but a thread she can reweave, and the child's faint song becomes a weapon. The root reveals its true form—a weaver of endings—and Elenwe must choose between sealing the seam forever or allowing a new kind of door to open, one that binds her to the root's silence.
The woven ground shifted beneath Elenwe's feet, threads curling and uncurling like living things. The figure before her rose, its golden swirls catching the light of the seam-sky, its obsidian eyes fixed on her with an ancient hunger.
"Now," the figure said, "we weave."
It raised its hands, and the threads of the ground lifted, spinning into a web that encircled Elenwe. She felt the loom in her chest pulse, a deep resonance that matched the rhythm of the web. The black line on her palm throbbed, cold and insistent, pulling her attention to the wound.
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