Kofi didn't understand the words on the screen, but his body, or perhaps the System that was now an undeniable part of him, did. A new instinct, sharp and certain, surged through him. He threw his hand out towards Ren, not in a physical gesture of aid, but as a focus for a will he didn't know he possessed.
A translucent, shimmering barrier of pale gold light erupted from the ground between Ren and the Weaver. It looked like a pane of shattered glass, frozen in mid-explosion, intricate and complex.
The Weaver's violet threads slammed into the barrier. They didn't break it. They simply… unraveled, dissolving into harmless motes of light upon impact.
Everyone froze. Ren, turning, saw the golden shield and the fading threads, his analytical mind struggling to compute the impossible event. Nina, who had been scrambling to her feet, just stared, her mouth agape.
