The Loom rumbled like a living storm.
The Seamstress hovered above the three—threads swirling, voices of past Fates whispering from the winds.
"Only one thread may be severed… to restore balance."
Rae took the first step.
His voice was steady, but his eyes trembled. "Then let it be mine. I've stained fate. I betrayed Yuna. I endangered Luna. If someone must be cut, let it be me."
He looked at Luna.
"At least this time, I'll break the thread to protect you… not destroy you."
The silver around him began to dim. The Loom started to accept.
But Aelius stepped forward.
"No."
He stood beside Rae, blades gone, hands open.
"You seek redemption. I seek peace. But she deserves a future. Not grief."
He turned to the Seamstress.
"Take me instead. I was forged to end her. That fate still sings inside me. Let me be the final silence."
The Loom flickered, threads spiraling faster.
Then Luna screamed.
"No! I won't let either of you die for me."
She stepped between them, her silver thread now glowing so bright it stung their eyes.
She looked at the Seamstress, defiant.
"If the cost is love… then take mine."
Silence.
"Erase every moment I loved them. Let them live—but let me forget."
Aelius choked on her name.
Rae grabbed her wrist.
"Don't. Please. You don't know what that'll do—"
Luna smiled, tears in her eyes.
"But I do. And I'm still choosing it."
The Seamstress lowered her hands, threads forming a ring around Luna.
A silver flame began to wrap her thread.
But suddenly—a golden glow burst from the shadows.
Yuna.
Her soul—unaged, unbroken—stepped forward, radiant and calm.
"Stop."
The Loom trembled.
She turned to Luna.
"You are the Final Thread. I gave you life to break