The Loom of Continuum

Forty years into the Epoch of Endings and the world is still confined to the dreary mystery of epochs before. The promise of a savior—the Tikva. Many whisper he'll be different from Solenya and Voramir. “He'll be a dragonkin.” “He'll be an orc.” “A he? She'll be a fairy!” Several rumours soar to the air, but no one to give the world what it so desperately needs—the Tikva. From the First Sundering, the Loom has never been the same. Even with Voramir's sacrifice, the fracture lingers, and now, we stand at the threat of an end. End to the bards. End to the voices. End to the breaths. End to the mind. End to the will. End to the soul. End to the Loom. And perhaps... End to everything living. End to everything dead. The Veil encloses upon the world, weakening the barrier between two realms. Cosmic Gates emerge with growing unpredictability, spawning variants of the Great Abyss—the children of the great terror, Unweaver. The great leaders know this is only a rehearsal. This is nowhere close to what lies beyond the Veil. How long can the world hold against the forces of The Dark? How long before the armies of the Unmoored lay waste to the remnant of the realm? The Loom spins endlessly, weaving destinies and making fates, even in its fractured state. But as the Night draws near, those of the Loom despair. “Are we going to die?” “Who will save us?” “Should we defer to the Dark? I've heard rumors...” “The Night is eternal. So are the Nocturnals.” The pages of the sacred Codex Mmemeth flutter rapidly, before stopping at a specific page. The Seeds of the Last Word Kent Ginlu Salma Flint Yis Think Kilia Fort And an endless array of names that kept changing periodically. Which one would be the Tikva? Alas, the One has been hidden from the Word.