Chapter 7 - Crown of Delirium

The Abyss Crown pulsed on its pedestal, thorns writhing like living serpents, promising dominion over every fracture in existence. The Weaver reared, mandibles clacking in fury. "Thief of weaves!" Threads lashed from its bulk, each tipped with micro-abysses that swallowed light and limb. Riven dodged, his new form a blur of augmented horror—crystal-shadow whips cracking air.[Crown Resonance: 62% Sync]. He lunged for the pedestal, but Weaver intercepted, venom splattering his flank. Flesh bubbled, reforming into barbs of his own. Pain transmuted to power; he countered with void-pull, dragging the Weaver's foreleg into snapping range. The maw bit deep—crunch of infinite threads yielding to teeth. [Weaver Limb Harvest: Thread Dominion +15%].Puppet hordes swarmed from surrounding islands, a tidal wave of malformed flesh and string. Riven spun, whips severing swathes; absorbed remnants fueled a nova-burst, clearing the field in a scream of unraveling. The Weaver capitalized, cocooning the pedestal in silk denser than neutron stars. "Earn it, pretender."Riven cackled, threading his own strings into the cocoon—hijacking from within. The Weaver spasmed as its weave turned against it, mandibles locking mid-strike. He climbed the thrashing bulk, crown now inches away through rents in the silk. Venom corroded his footing; vision splintered into multiplicity—Earth experiments replaying as abyss rituals.At the apex, crown in grasp, thorns pierced his palms willingly. [Abyss Mandate Claimed: Sovereign Fracture Achieved]. Reality warped; islands aligned under his will, puppets bowing en masse. The Weaver shrieked defiance, final thread lashing—but Riven pulled its nexus string. The colossus collapsed into harvestable essence.Crown throbbing on his brow, Riven surveyed his new domain. But the maelstrom deepened, birthing a shadow larger than the Weaver: Ninth Fracture, stirring. The spires above called—conquest awaited.