Chapter 91 – The Loom of AgesLight spilled in every direction, not like sunlight, but like threads spun from the marrow of creation itself. The group staggered as the brilliance gave way to form, and they realized they were no longer walking upon stone or earth.They stood on a vast plane of woven strands—shimmering threads stretching into infinity. Each one pulsed faintly, a heartbeat of reality. Some glowed gold with triumph, some dimmed into gray, some snapped and dissolved into nothing before their eyes. Above them, below them, around them—there was no sky, no ground, only the endless weave.“This…” Mira’s voice broke as she gazed around, her sword hanging useless at her side. “This isn’t just a place. It’s… everything.”Elira’s eyes were wide, awe mingling with dread. “The Loom of Ages. Every life, every choice, every moment is woven here.”Toren squinted at the endless expanse. “Then where’s our bastard?”The answer came before the question finished.The threads ahead began to

Chapter 93 – Fragments of InfinityKai steadied himself on the trembling strand beneath his boots. Every step felt like balancing on a spider’s silk stretched across eternity. The Harbinger loomed before him, threads coiling around his form like serpents. His eyes burned with a cruel certainty.“You’ve clung to defiance long enough,” the Harbinger said. “But you were always meant to break. Alone, you are nothing but a frayed thread waiting to be cut.”Kai clenched his fists, forcing air into his lungs. The bond still burned in his chest—faint, distant, but alive. He could feel Mira, Toren, and Elira, though scattered. Their sparks flickered like lanterns through fog. He wasn’t entirely alone.“You keep underestimating us,” Kai growled. “That’s your mistake.”The Harbinger’s laughter rippled, bending the Loom itself. “No. My design requires resistance. You think your struggle defies me, but it completes me.”With a sweep of his hand, the threads beneath Kai snapped—and suddenly he plum

Chapter 95 – The Loom ShattersThe Loom groaned as if the universe itself was protesting. Every thread of light, every woven strand of memory, every delicate design of fate trembled as the Harbinger stepped forward. His form was not flesh but fracture—an outline of a man stitched from broken starlight and shadow, his blade a jagged seam of unraveling existence.The bridge of light the four companions stood upon buckled beneath his presence. It was narrow, fragile, suspended in an endless void that pulsed with collapsing galaxies.Kai stood at the forefront, battered but unbroken, chest heaving as blood trailed from the corner of his mouth. Behind him, Mira’s blade shimmered faintly despite its many chips, Toren’s axe dripped with spectral fire, and Elira’s silver glyphs circled her like a constellation.The bond between them blazed—no longer faint threads, but a burning weave that tethered them together.The Harbinger’s voice was the sound of the Loom ripping apart.“You have returned

Chapter 97 – The Loom’s Last BreathThe void buckled as the Harbinger roared, his fractured form swelling with the power of the Loom itself. Threads of fate—billions upon billions—wrapped around his body like a living armor, binding him and feeding him at once. His wings stretched wide, eclipsing the starlight.The bridge beneath Kai and the others shivered, splintering into strands of light. Beyond, entire constellations flickered out like dying embers. The Loom was unraveling, its final breath caught between collapse and creation.“Do you see?” the Harbinger thundered. His voice cracked reality, shards of space raining into the abyss. “Even as I bleed, I am infinite. Your defiance is only fuel.”Kai planted his feet against the trembling bridge, fists blazing with aura. “If infinite means choking on your own threads, then good. We’ll keep feeding you till you burst.”Mira stepped up beside him, blade raised, her smirk tight but fierce. “Let’s cut this bastard out of the pattern.”To

Chapter 99 – The Silence AfterThe void no longer screamed.For the first time since stepping onto the Loom, the four were surrounded by quiet. No threads lashed. No stars fell. No Harbinger’s voice clawed at their minds. Only stillness—vast, heavy, and unfamiliar.The broken bridge stretched beneath them in fragments, strands of glowing silk drifting lazily like dust motes caught in sunlight.Kai’s chest heaved as he lowered his fists, aura flickering faintly around him. His knuckles were cracked and raw, blood smudging the light that clung stubbornly to him. His eyes fixed on the empty space where the Harbinger had stood, as if expecting him to claw his way back.But there was nothing.No return.Just absence.The Weight of VictoryMira’s blade trembled in her hand. Not from fear now, but exhaustion. She dropped to one knee, the sound echoing hollow against the thread-bridge. Her face was streaked with sweat and ash, her breath ragged.“It’s… really over,” she whispered, the words a