บท 1485: Chapter 1485: Threads of the Unknown

The stillness of the morning offered a fleeting sense of peace, but Elara knew better than to trust it. The group had faced monumental battles before, and every time it seemed like a victory was won, the shadows of uncertainty would creep back in. The Codex lay on the table in front of her, its surface cool now, the once-shifting symbols dormant. Yet Elara could feel the faint pulse within it, like a heartbeat echoing in the depths of her mind.

Aiden approached quietly, his steps careful on the dew-laden grass. "You've been staring at it for hours," he said, his tone gentle. "You should rest."

Elara shook her head, her fingers brushing the edges of the Codex. "I can't. There's something…unfinished about this. The Weavers are gone, but their threads remain. The Codex knows it, and so do I."