The Loom of Accord did not sit in space.
It wove it.
No throne stood at its center — no dais, no hierarchy.
Only gravity. The kind pulled by presence, not mass.
The will of gods.
Each of the eight divine authorities was present — not in flesh, but in embodiment.
Kael-Vorr's battlefield bled rust and flame.
Na'thira's space curled with green-laced stars, vines coiled through soullight.
Eilshen stood veiled in a thousand mirrors — each reflecting something forgotten.
Vel Eshtar's fire flickered cold, scales of truth weighing unseen things.
Varneth coiled behind iron oaths, a circle of chains tightening by breath.
Tharos shone like suspended code, an algorithm praying to itself.
Orrid hovered at the edge, a cage of stars orbiting silence.
Xirys was not seen. But his spiral shimmered behind all things — incomplete and endless.
And in the center stood two mortals.
Shane. And beside him, Itsuki — half-body, half-soulform. Faint. Calm. Watching.
A thread of silence stretched until it broke.
Vel Eshtar:
"Let us begin the remission."
Tharos:
"System interference originated from a cross-weave event between twin soul anchors. A shared framework. One attempt to repair from within."
His fingers flicked through code.
A fragmented cube floated above his hand — glitched, flickering, still alive.
Tharos:
"The adaptability trait was not permitted. But it was not malicious. The Cradle evolved… by learning from another system."
Itsuki: 'That one's on me. I didn't think copying architecture would ping divine firewalls.'
Shane:
"You didn't mean to cause damage. You were just… trying to fix what you lost."
Itsuki: 'I still lost the bet on "No divine involvement." So. That's on me.'
Kael-Vorr's war pulse vibrated through the Loom.
He stepped forward, red cloak trailing fire.
Kael-Vorr:
"This one walks with twin bloodlines. CrimsonBlade, yes — but also another. Faint. Recessed."
Shane:
"…You mean my mother's side?"
Kael-Vorr narrowed molten eyes.
Kael-Vorr:
"She was not born of my will. But the blood carries my flame. I will not let it clash."
He raised a gauntlet.
Kael-Vorr:
"I grant the ability to shift between them. One blood awake at a time. Not both. Not without cost."
Shane:
"Like a toggle?"
Itsuki: 'Man just turned your lineage into a weapons menu.'
Kael-Vorr didn't flinch.
Kael-Vorr:
"Choose wrong… and bleed for it."
The pact burned itself into Shane's spine — not pain, but weight.
Na'thira moved next. Her voice was wind across warm grass.
Na'thira:
"Your souls remain tangled. That is no longer sustainable. I will offer a vessel."
She reached forward — not to Shane, but into him.
From his soul, a thread of light was drawn — gentle, golden, alive.
Na'thira:
"A familiar. But not beast. A split soul — given body. Itsuki will walk as himself. Grow as himself."
Shane:
"…You sure?"
Itsuki grinning now:
"Yeah. Tired of borrowing your shampoo, honestly."
A heartbeat later, a body began to form beside Shane — embryonic, faint, but real.
And then Itsuki asked — direct, no hesitation.
Itsuki:
"I want the Space attribute for that body. If I'm going to support him — I need the best. Space is attack, escape, defense, support… all in one."
Na'thira tilted her head.
Na'thira:
"Space is dangerous. It bends rules. Warps balance."
Vel Eshtar:
"If abused, it can pierce the fabric of judgment itself."
Itsuki:
"I'm not asking for control. Just a tool. I'll earn the rest."
A silence passed through the Loom. Then—
Na'thira:
"Accepted."
The stars above her domain shifted — and a glimmering seal sank into the forming body beside Shane.
Tharos rotated the system cube once more.
Tharos:
"System link to the new vessel… synchronized. Attribute slot opened. Trait 'Space'… embedded."
Itsuki:
"Damn. That actually worked."
Shane:
"You planned this."
Itsuki:
"Not really. But I'm good at improvising."
Above them, Orrid's voice whispered through the gaps between space.
Orrid:
"You may walk. But not leave."
Chains of light looped gently around Itsuki's form — not prison, but leash.
Orrid:
"You are now bound to this world. A tether. For safety. And caution."
Itsuki:
"That's not ominous at all."
He didn't protest.
He understood.
At the edge of it all, the spiral of Xirys turned once.
Xirys:
"The Life attribute must become your root. Blood and Flesh — one path. Soul and Will — another. Both… now orbit Life."
A new thread shimmered between Shane's cores.
The backlash eased. The chaos… calmed.
Xirys:
"No longer instability. Now structure."
Tharos paused — and turned toward Shane.
Tharos:
"You are not under punishment. But you are under observation."
And from the gods, there came no judgment.
Only curiosity.
Only what came next.