The Loom of Eternity quivered under Aloysius's gaze.Once an infinite web stretching across dimensions, it now seemed fragile each thread trembling as if aware of the fate about to befall it.
The Weaver clutched her chest, threads writhing around her like panicked serpents."You fool! Without the Loom, reality will collapse. You'll tear apart everything including yourself!"
Aloysius stepped closer, the fused light-and-shadow aura radiating waves that bent space."I've lived my whole life with the weight of gods pressing on me. I know what collapse feels like. But this isn't collapse this is freedom."
He reached toward one of the golden threads linking two distant worlds. It pulsed as his fingers brushed it then unraveled into motes of dust, erasing a path that had existed since the dawn of time.
The Weaver screamed, rushing forward with blades of woven light.Aloysius didn't dodge. He pulled her threads toward him, weaving them into his own aura. Each strike she made became part of him, strengthening his presence, until her control slipped entirely.
"You… you're taking the pattern my pattern " she gasped.
With a single sweeping motion, Aloysius extended his arm outward. A shockwave of threads dark, golden, and crimson spiraled from his palm, slicing through the Loom's core.
The sound wasn't like breaking glass it was like breaking time.
The Loom shuddered and began to collapse, its infinite web folding inward. The Weaver dropped to her knees, eyes wide in horror."You've undone the work of eternity…"
Aloysius's gaze was steady."No. I've given it a chance to be rewritten."
Behind him, reality itself began to shift mountains bending into skies, oceans curling upward into spirals, the laws of nature flickering like an unsteady flame.