Chapter 79 The Ascent Of Fracture

• The stairway rose without end.
• It was not made of stone, nor light, nor thread alone—but of decision. Each step shimmered as if it had not yet agreed to exist, forming only when weight pressed upon it. Ahead, the ascent vanished into a slow spiral of fire and shadow, bending upward through a sky that breathed.
• Kira stood at the base, staring up, her loom humming softly in her palms like a restrained heartbeat.