[Your nightmare is over.]
[Prepare for appraisal…]
Once again, Sunny found himself in the space between dream and reality. The boundless black void was illuminated by a myriad of stars, with countless strings of silver light connecting them together to form an infinite, beautiful pattern.
Now that he had a nascent understanding of sorcery, Sunny saw the pattern differently. His old suspicions grew stronger, slowly turning into a certainty.
This was the inner sanctum of the Spell. And if the Spell had been created by Weaver… then what he was looking at was its weave.
The myriad of stars were the nexuses. The strings of light, however, were not the same as the threads of essence he could create himself.
…Instead, the Spell was weaved from the Strings of Fate itself.
