As Ethan looked deeper, the few lines on his chest became a mere fraction of a terrifying reality. Thousands—millions—of ethereal threads erupted from his core, stretching outward in every direction. They pierced through the walls of the HQ, spanning across the city and vanishing into the horizon. It was a chaotic, shimmering tangle of connections that made his head spin with instant vertigo.
[What you are witnessing are the Threads of Terrestrial Fate, ]] Crul explained. [These allow you to perceive the human connections of every living soul on this planet.]
The threads were a kaleidoscope of meaning. Most were a dull, pulsing red; others were a jagged, oily black. But as Ethan scanned the horizon, his eyes caught a single, blindingly brilliant Golden Thread. It didn't just vibrate; it hummed with the power of an ancient sun.
Curiosity piqued, Ethan began to focus his intent on that golden line, trying to trace its origin.
