Aria's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto the figure's, her mind reeling with the implications of the vision. The chamber's shadows seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality was shifting around her. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the walls.
Kael's voice was a low, soothing melody, weaving a spell of reassurance around her. "Aria, what did you see?" he asked, his words a gentle prompt, urging her to reveal the secrets of the vision.
Aria's voice was barely above a whisper, her words a fragile, uncertain question. "I saw... threads," she said, her eyes locked onto the figure's, her gaze searching for answers. "Threads of fate, weaving together in a complex pattern. I saw a loom, its threads stretching across the chamber like a spider's web."
The figure's smile was a slow, insidious spread, its eyes glinting with excitement. "You saw the Shadow Weaver," it said, its voice a low, hypnotic whisper. "The one who weaves the threads of fate, shaping the destiny of Eldrid. The Shadow Weaver is a master of the loom, weaving the very fabric of reality."
Lyrien's eyes narrowed, his gaze locked onto the figure's, his face a mask of resolve. "What does it mean?" he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble.
The figure's hands moved, its fingers weaving a intricate pattern in the air. The chamber's shadows began to shift, coalescing into a new design, a pattern of light and darkness. Aria felt a surge of energy, a power that coursed through her like a river of flame.
As she watched, the threads of fate began to unravel, revealing a hidden truth. She saw a path, winding through the darkness, leading to a distant horizon. The path was fraught with danger, but it was also filled with promise.
Aria's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the path was... her destiny. The figure's voice was a low, menacing whisper, echoing in her mind like a dark incantation. "The Shadow Weaver has chosen you, Aria," it whispered. "The threads of fate are woven around you, shaping your destiny."
The chamber's shadows seemed to deepen, as if the very darkness itself was waiting for her response. Aria felt a sense of trepidation, a feeling that she was being pulled into a world she didn't fully understand.