He took a deep breath, then began the Rite of the Final Echo. Both the Loom and the Grimoire were opened and by his side. The Loom's threads stretched wide and reached across Vel Quen.
Red, gold, silver, and black threads shot out and began to connect memories, griefs, and unfinished stories across the city.
Lucian concentrated as he started to weave on the Loom. It was always a genuinely strange experience because he had no idea how to weave anything. But somehow, when the Grief Loom was involved, his hands moved by themselves.
The rite begun and gently, the buildings and people started to pulse. Moment by moment, they could move again.
Lucian's Grimoire, positioned above the Loom, showed the flickering names his hands wove into the thread. As he saw Serafina's name, his heart beat a little faster.
Do I finally get to know what or who she is?
Alongside her name were hints at rites that were buried by decree.
