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Chapter 90: Volume 2, Chapter 34: "The Forgotten Weavers"

"These Weavers," Cole said quietly, tracing his finger over a section of the text, "they weren\'t just fighting the void. They were sealing something away—something that was trying to break through long before the void ever existed."

Elara nodded, her brow furrowed as she read the ancient script. "The Guardians called them the \'Primordials,\' beings that existed before the Veil was woven. They were sealed away by the first Weavers, but the power it took to bind them required more than just the threads of the Veil. It required... sacrifices."

"Sacrifices?" Selene asked, her tone sharp. "What kind of sacrifices?"

Elara\'s face darkened as she scanned further down the page. "The Weavers used their own life force to bind the Primordials. They wove themselves into the fabric of the Veil, becoming part of the Knots that hold reality together. Without their sacrifice, the Primordials would have torn the Veil apart."

Cole\'s stomach twisted at the thought. "So the Knots... they\'re more than just threads of the Veil. They\'re bound by the lives of those first Weavers."

"And now that the Knots are failing," Marcus said, his voice grim, "whatever those Weavers sealed away is starting to break through."

The realization hit Cole like a punch to the gut. The Knots weren\'t just failing because of the void—they were failing because the ancient power sealed within them was growing stronger. The sacrifices made by the first Weavers were no longer enough to hold the Primordials at bay, and the threads of the Veil were fraying under the strain.

"We need to find a way to reinforce the Knots," Elara said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "The Guardians believed that the Knots could be strengthened with new Weavers—those who could bind their life force to the Veil, just as the first Weavers did."

"You mean more sacrifices?" Cole asked, his heart sinking.

Elara hesitated, her eyes searching his. "Yes. But the ritual is complex. It requires a Weaver who can connect deeply with the Veil, someone who can withstand the strain of binding themselves to the Knots without losing control."

"And I\'m the only one who can do it," Cole said, the weight of the truth settling heavily on his shoulders.

Elara placed a hand on his arm, her gaze filled with empathy. "I\'m sorry, Cole. I wish there was another way, but the Guardians\' records are clear. The Knots were designed to hold these forces back, but they can\'t do it alone. They need a Weaver to reinforce them."

A heavy silence fell over the group as the implications of what Elara was saying sank in. The fate of the Veil—and the world—rested on Cole\'s ability to bind himself to the Knots, to sacrifice a part of himself to hold the Primordials at bay. It was a burden he had never asked for, but one that had been thrust upon him by fate.

"What happens if I can\'t do it?" Cole asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Elara\'s expression grew even more serious. "If you can\'t... the Knots will continue to weaken. The Primordials will break through, and the void will follow. Everything will be consumed."

Cole\'s chest tightened as the reality of their situation hit him. This wasn\'t just about saving one Knot, or even a handful of them. This was about saving the entire Veil, the very fabric of reality itself. And the cost of failure was unthinkable.

"We\'ll do it," Marcus said, his voice filled with resolve. "Whatever it takes, we\'re not letting the world fall apart. We\'ve come too far to give up now."

Selene nodded in agreement, her eyes hard with determination. "You\'re not alone in this, Cole. We\'ll face this together, just like we\'ve faced everything else."

Cole looked at them, his heart swelling with gratitude despite the fear gnawing at him. They had fought beside him through everything—through the void, the Severed, the unraveling Knots—and they weren\'t going to abandon him now.

"Thank you," Cole said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don\'t know if I can do this, but... I\'ll try. We\'ll try."

Elara smiled faintly, though there was a sadness in her eyes. "There\'s one more thing you need to know, Cole. The binding ritual is permanent. Once you\'re connected to the Knots, you can\'t undo it. Your life force will be tied to the Veil, just like the first Weavers."

Cole nodded, the weight of her words settling heavily on him. This was more than just a battle—it was a lifelong commitment, one that would bind him to the very essence of the world. But there was no other choice. If he didn\'t do it, the Veil would unravel, and everything they had fought to protect would be lost.

"What do we need to do to prepare?" Marcus asked, his voice steady as he stepped forward.

Elara turned to the ancient texts, her eyes scanning the pages quickly. "The ritual will need to be performed at a Knot that\'s already weakening—one that\'s close to breaking. It will be dangerous, but it\'s the only way to ensure the binding takes hold. Once the ritual begins, we\'ll need to protect Cole while he weaves the threads of the Veil into himself."

"And we\'ll have to keep the void at bay while he does it," Selene added, her tone grim. "The Severed won\'t give us much time. If they sense what we\'re doing, they\'ll attack."

"We can\'t let them stop us," Marcus said, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword. "Whatever it takes, we hold the line."

Elara nodded, her expression resolute. "Then we leave at first light. The next Knot is a few days\' journey from here, deep in the mountains. It\'s already showing signs of strain, and if we don\'t act quickly, it will collapse."

The group moved quickly, gathering their supplies and preparing for the journey ahead. The weight of the task before them was immense, but there was no hesitation in their movements. They knew what was at stake, and they were ready to face it.

As they made their final preparations, Cole found himself standing at the entrance of the archive, staring out at the distant peaks that stretched across the horizon. The mountains seemed endless, their jagged edges cutting into the sky like the teeth of some ancient beast.

He felt Elara\'s presence beside him before she spoke. "Are you all right?"

Cole nodded, though his heart was heavy with uncertainty. "I\'m scared. This... it\'s more than I ever expected. I never asked for any of this."

Elara\'s gaze softened as she placed a hand on his arm. "I know. None of us did. But you\'ve come this far, Cole. You\'ve faced the void, fought the Severed, and saved countless Knots. You\'re stronger than you realize."

Cole gave her a small, grateful smile. "I just hope it\'s enough."

"It will be," Elara said, her voice filled with quiet confidence. "You\'re not alone in this. We\'ll face whatever comes together."

Cole nodded, though the weight of the journey ahead still pressed heavily on his shoulders. The world was unraveling around them, and the fate of the Veil—and of everything they had fought to protect—rested on his ability to perform a ritual that could bind him to the very fabric of reality.

But as he looked out at the mountains, at the path that lay ahead, he knew one thing for certain.

No matter the cost, they would not let the world fall apart.