Light split. Void screamed. And the Sovereign broke.
The fracture in his chest widened until it tore through the length of his body, splitting him like a reflection in a shattered mirror. Half of him glowed with a brilliant, trembling silver — the resonance of a Weaver who had once shaped creation with gentleness and precision. The other half writhed in black void, hollow and snarling, the silence he had chosen over grief.
The valley held its breath.
The threads dimmed.
Even the wind refused to move.
Lysa felt Elderon shrinking against her leg, tiny fingers digging into her cloak as the pressure in the air rose to a terrible height.
And then—
The Sovereign screamed.
Not one voice.Two.
A harmonic shriek in opposite directions — like a choir splitting along a fault line.
Then the fracture burst outward.
Light arced left.Void arced right.
Two figures slammed into the ground in opposite directions, sending dust spiraling upward in twin clouds of silver and black.
When the dust settled, the Seven saw them clearly.
The Weaver
To the left:
A tall figure clothed in silver and pale blue threads, flickering with unstable resonance. His face was no longer mask-like void — it was a cracked sculpt of light, eyes glowing with deep sorrow. His body wavered at the edges, unstable, as though he were remembering how to exist.
He gasped, clutching his chest.
"Where… where am I…?"His voice was gentle, trembling, rough with lifetimes of fear.
The Void Sovereign
To the right:
The other half rose in a whirl of choking silence. Its form was angular, faceless, rigid — a hollow echo of the being who once shaped beauty. Its mask was now pure black, carved with lines of anguish. No resonance escaped it. No voice carried from it except a devouring hum.
It did not breathe.
It did not blink.
It only hungered.
Keir gripped his weapon.
"Toma—Rida—everyone ready yourselves. We just split a god."
Rida's voice shook."No. We just split a wound."
Toma squared his stance."And the wound is angry."
Mina shielded Rian and Eidren with her arms.
Sal swallowed hard."That thing… that's pure intention without memory."
Anon murmured:
"And the Weaver is pure memory without intention."
Yun added, voice thin:"Two halves of the same being. If either half dies… we may lose the other forever."
Lysa didn't step back.
She stepped forward.
The Weaver's Awakening
The silver Weaver raised unsteady eyes toward her.
"You… you touched the unbreakable thread…"His hand shook violently."That means… the Anchor still exists. The others tried to save me…"
"We're here to save you," Lysa said softly.
He flinched like her voice hurt him.
"No… no, you don't understand. I— I destroyed everything. I—"
His voice choked.
Threads of light spilled down his arms in quivering arcs.
Elderon stepped forward, tiny hands glowing faintly.
"Your memories came back," Elderon whispered."That's why it hurts."
The Weaver staggered.
"Yes… my memories…"He pressed a hand to his abdomen."…my grief…"
Lysa placed her hand over his.
"You lost something precious."
The Weaver shut his eyes.
"And I silenced the world to stop the pain."
The Void's Response
The void-half convulsed at those words.
It lunged.
A blast of pure silence roared toward Lysa and the Weaver.Keir tackled them out of the way just as the blast sheared through the valley floor, erasing dozens of threads instantly.
Yun screamed, pulling everyone back.
"MOVE! It's targeting memory!"
Sal swallowed."Of course it is. That's all the Weaver-half is."
The void-half stepped forward, movements jagged, predatory.
Rida whispered:
"It doesn't think.It only corrects."
Toma's hands glowed with ground resonance.
"We can't let it get close."
The void-half hovered above the cracked ground, razor-thin tendrils of silence extending from its arms.
It was hunting.
Not them.
The Weaver.
The First Clash
Keir leapt between them, staff whirling.
"Try me first."
Void struck.
Keir blocked with a wave of condensed resonance, but the force shattered his shield instantly and sent him flying into a cluster of threads.
"KEIR!" Lysa screamed.
He groaned, raising a hand."Still alive. Not recommended."
Toma slammed both palms against the ground.
The earth rippled upward, forming a thick ridge between the void-being and the Weaver.
Void sliced it cleanly in half without slowing.
Rida extended roots from the broken soil, twisting them upward to wrap the void-being's limbs.
The void-being dissolved through them.
Anon cast a barrage of mirrored illusions — a dozen false Lysa figures sprinted in all directions.
Void ignored them.
It went straight toward the real Weaver.
"Damn it," Anon hissed."It knows exactly what it wants."
Yun pulled wind into a cyclone, slamming it against the void-being's torso — but the silence simply devoured the gust.
Sal shouted:
"You can't use air or earth! It eats resonance-based force!"
Lysa turned to the Weaver.
"Can you fight him?"
The Weaver shook violently.
"No… that part of me is everything I fear. Everything I buried."His voice cracked."And everything I created to survive."
Elderon tugged his sleeve.
"You're not alone anymore."
The Weaver looked down at the child — and something flickered in his eyes.
Hope.
A faint ember.Faint, but real.
The Thread Responds
Lysa raised the unbreakable thread.
It pulsed like a heartbeat in her hand — once, twice, then with rising power.
The void-being froze.
Not because it chose to.
Because it recognized the thread.
The Weaver gasped.
"That thread… it is who I was before the fear."
Lysa nodded.
"And that means it can hold you together."
She stepped between the two halves.
Void shrieked.
Weaver trembled.
Lysa pressed the thread's glowing end toward the Weaver-half.
His form steadied.Edges sharpened.Light filled his cracks.
He inhaled — the first full breath of the resonant being he once was.
Void lunged.
The Second Clash
The Seven moved.
Rida slammed her palms into the ground, regrowing roots into a thick barrier.Toma supported her, amplifying the density.Mina cast a shimmering shield over the children.Yun hurled slicing winds to divert void strikes.Anon layered illusions to fracture its path.Sal sang a counter-frequency that made void vibrate violently.
But void kept coming.
It tore through soil and illusion.It overcame resistance.It screamed its hunger.
It reached Lysa.
Void blades sliced through the air—
And hit the unbreakable thread.
For the first time, the void-being recoiled in pain.
It screamed — a soundless scream that shook the valley's bones.
Silver light burst from the Weaver-half, surging toward his void half like a tether snapping taut.
The void-being shrieked and buckled under the weight of the memory.
Lysa held the thread aloft.
"Remember," she whispered.
The Weaver-half staggered forward.
"Remember…" he echoed, voice trembling.
Void flickered.
A fracture opened in its chest — a mirror of the one that had split the Sovereign moments earlier.
The Third Vision
Light engulfed the valley again.
Void froze.Weaver froze.The Seven stood in suspended breath.
Lysa saw—
A young Weaver kneeling at the foot of a cradle of light.
His hands shaking.Tears in his eyes.A soft voice whispering:
"Creation means letting go."
The Sovereign had never learned how.
Light and Void Collide
The Weaver raised his hands — silver threads swirling outward, wrapping around the void-being's limbs like shimmering shackles.
Void thrashed, shrieking.
Lysa pressed the thread forward, amplifying the Weaver's strength.
The Seven added their resonance:
Keir with a battlecry.Toma grounding the valley.Rida reinforcing the threads.Sal harmonizing the memory.Yun binding the winds.Mina shielding the children.Anon stabilizing the reflections.
The Weaver whispered a trembling line:
"I'm sorry."
Void froze.
A final fracture split its mask.
And the Sovereign screamed — as both halves felt pain for the first time.
Light surged.
Void imploded.
The valley quaked.
And the two halves were pulled toward each other — not to merge, but to collide, memory and void crashing into one another like opposing storms.
The world went white.