Their journey continued across the desolate expanse of the Wasteland, the grey sky pressing down on them like a lid. The familiar ruins of the Loom of Fate rose in the distance, its golden threads still pulsing faintly against the ashen landscape.
Azrynn let out a visible breath of relief, her shoulders sagging as she took in the sight. Her voice carried a note of genuine gratitude.
"I'm glad it's still functioning. I was worried the seal might have been damaged beyond repair."
Lilith's crimson eyes swept over the Loom, her expression thoughtful. Her voice flowed like silk, steady and deliberate.
"It seems the Void creature is still contained. The seal held."
Alice's cat ears twitched, her tail swaying slowly behind her. Her dark violet eyes were fixed on the Loom's shifting threads, her voice carrying a note of cold certainty.
"It's only a matter of time. The Void creature will break free eventually. We need to destroy it before that happens."
