The deeper they ventured, the more the air grew thick with memories not their own, but echoes of countless lives intertwined with the Fragments' curse.
Walls shimmered faintly, revealing fleeting images: ancient battles, gods fallen from grace, mortals rising beyond their fate. Each step pulled Aloysius closer to a truth buried beneath millennia.
"Look," Elyon whispered, tracing a symbol glowing softly on the cavern floor a spiral entwined with broken chains.
Aloysius knelt, feeling the shard pulse in response. "This is the mark of the Weaver the one who first shattered the Fragments and wove their curse."
Kaelis's eyes narrowed. "If we find the Weaver, maybe we can undo the cycle."
Suddenly, the ground trembled. A doorway carved of starlight and shadow opened before them, revealing a passage into realms unknown.
The Hunter's voice echoed from the darkness behind."Not all who seek the Weaver return unchanged. Prepare yourselves."
With a shared glance, Aloysius, Kaelis, and Elyon stepped through ready to confront destiny beyond the veil.