Chapter 65 Siege Of The Loom

• Some choices can wait. This one couldn’t.
• The horn’s call didn’t fade—it deepened, vibrating through the streets until every hexagonal plate underfoot trembled. The faceless figures lining the plaza turned in unison toward the city gates. From beyond the walls came a sound like tearing cloth—loud, endless, unnatural. The man at Kira’s side swore under his breath. “The drift’s cutting through.”
• The red-lit figure didn’t move. > The pattern holds until it does not. Choose, Kira. Eron stepped forward, defying the invisible barrier between them. “Don’t. If you give them our bond, they’ll win. Even if they hand me back, I won’t be me.”