Adam stood silently for a moment, processing the Echo's words. Though he still felt the unfairness of it all, a part of him understood the cruel necessity behind the system. He exhaled slowly and asked another question.
"I understand… at least somewhat. But why was the Loom of Fate built here, in the Wasteland? Is there a special reason for choosing this place?"
The Echo of the Divine began to glow brighter, as if preparing to answer in detail. However, its light suddenly flickered unsteadily. The voice that followed sounded more urgent, laced with haste.
"There is indeed a reason, one deeply tied to—"
The light pulsed sharply, cutting itself off. A wave of invisible pressure swept through the chamber.
"…Time grows short. I cannot explain everything now. If you seek the full truth behind the Loom of Fate and why it was anchored in the Wasteland, you must find the answers within the World Tree. It holds the memories of this world's creation."
