The path of red silk stretched across the grey, oily waves like a bleeding vein on the surface of the world. Ren Hanshin walked upon it, his every footstep a clash of laws. Beneath his left foot, the silk felt like solid ground, the Weaver's control over space. Beneath his right, it felt like shifting sand—his own human essence, heavy with the remaining memories of the dead, rejecting divine grace. Ren was a walking war zone.
[Synchronization: 49.99% (CRITICAL INSTABILITY)]
[Divine Mana: 0.1 / 150]
[Warning: Human Vessel is Liquefying]
