art race. The shard glowed brighter as he ventured deeper, its whispers more insistent. One evening, as he camped by a s

he stranger demanded,

e fragment tight

t for defying her order. She explained that the shard was part of the Eternal Vale, a realm created by the Weavers to control destiny. "

e her fall from grace. As they traveled, she taught Kael about the Weavers' power and their obsession with controlling mortal liv

ters. But the cost of her defiance became clear: the sky above them darkened, and a deep, reso