Chapter 72 The Weight Of Futures

• Every thread whispers. But some scream louder than others. The flood hit her like a tidal wave.
• Kira’s body jerked as millions of threads poured into her loom. They wrapped her arms, her chest, her throat, her eyes, filling her until she thought her bones would shatter beneath the pressure. Each strand carried a life, a choice, a future—and all demanded her hand to guide them.
• She saw herself in endless mirrors: victorious, ruined, worshiped, forgotten. She saw Eron’s face a thousand ways—bleeding in the mud, crowned beside her, smiling with children that never existed, walking away with another.