The threads screamed as Kael tore through the veil between nothingness and the living realm.
His return wasn't subtle—it was cataclysmic.
Like a star falling into water, he crashed into the celestial plane, sending ripples of divine energy across dimensions. The Loom shuddered, every strand vibrating like a plucked chord. The very fabric of fate realigned to accept the anomaly it had once rejected.
Kael stood upright, crackling with new power.
His presence wasn't just felt—it was etched into existence.
All across the realms, gods froze mid-command. Oracles wept without understanding why. In the Abyss, even the shadows paused, unsettled by something ancient reawakening.
Lyra gasped, a sudden warmth coursing through her chest.
"He's back," she whispered.
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In the Astral Citadel, Elyrian, High Scribe of the Eternal Scroll, stared at his prophecy wall. The tapestry updated itself in real-time—but Kael's thread, once burned out, now surged back like lightning rewritten across the heavens.
"Impossible…" Elyrian muttered. "This has never happened."
"Woven from unwritten code," murmured a voice behind him. It was Seraphael, the Silent Archivist. "Kael has done what even the Architects feared. He returned... by choosing to rewrite himself."
"What does this mean for the story?" Elyrian asked.
Seraphael's eyes glowed faintly.
"It means the ending is no longer known."
❖
Back in the heart of the Loom, Kael exhaled—and the entire realm breathed with him.
Nyros materialized again, but this time with hesitation.
"You refuse to obey fate," the entity growled.
"I'm not here to obey," Kael said. "I'm here to change what was never meant to stay broken."
He raised his hand and the threads bent toward him, willingly.
The Loom, once a force that rejected him, now pulsed like a living heart beneath his command. His earlier struggles to touch it, control it they were over.
He had become not just a god within the tapestry…
He was the needle.
Kael's voice resonated with command.
"No more hidden authors. No more destined decay. From this moment forward, every life has the right to rewrite."
Nyros lunged, shadows spiraling outward.
But this time, Kael didn't counter with light alone.
He rewrote the attack mid-flight—transforming darkness into radiant truth, fear into resolve, despair into flame.
The shadows were absorbed, re-threaded, and cast back at Nyros.
The entity stumbled for the first time.
"You're... changing the Abyss," Nyros choked.
Kael stepped forward, eyes burning with golden starlight.
"No. I'm freeing it."