Kael stared at the tear in the sky—a knotted thread unraveling the heavens. He sensed it as a pull in his blood, in the bond that tied him to Elira, to the Loom, and to the echo of Aerenya's sacrifice.
The Revenant did not flinch at the sight of the nothingness above. Instead, he refocused his attention once more on Kael.
"Time is short," he said. "The Accord demands that you come."
Elira stepped forward, her voice firm. "We don't respond to secret commands or dead circles. If you seek answers, ask clearly."
The man let his head dip slightly, the motion neither deferential nor mocking. "Then hear this truth: the Loom was never the Watchers' to claim. The First Circle built it, hundreds of years before the Ascension of Crowns. We forged its laws, we tied its heart, and when the Watchers tried to steal it from us, we disappeared—out of necessity, not defeat."
Rei folded his arms, incredulous. "So what—you ancient babysitters in the fog while the world ended?"
