Chapter 73 The Woven Offspring

• To fight yourself is agony. To fight what you could become is worse. The figure stepped from the collapsing Core, its body radiant and terrible. Every thread of fate Kira had touched coiled inside it, woven tight, sparking with stolen futures.
• Its eyes glowed the same molten gold as hers. Its jaw was set in the same stubborn defiance as Eron’s. Its very presence made Kira’s chest constrict—because it wasn’t just a copy. It was what they might have been. What they might still be. The man gasped through his failing lungs. “The Core’s last card. A Weaver born of both your threads. Not past, not future—replacement.”
• Eron’s sword wavered in his grip. “That… thing’s us.”