*Chapter 36: The Thread of Hope*
Xiulan stood in the center of the ruined foundry, Li Wei's token clutched tight. The others watched, fragile hope flickering as she whispered ancient words she barely remembered—a blend of belief and longing weaving through every syllable. Magic gathered in her chest, unfamiliar and fierce, fueled by love instead of fear.
Light shimmered around Xiulan's hands, and suddenly she was somewhere else: racing through a dreamlike world of mist and shadows. She glimpsed Li Wei—chained and pale, power flickering in silver sparks as the Crimson Phantom loomed above him, draining his strength. She reached for him, her spirit brushing his, and Li Wei's eyes snapped open in the darkness, just for a heartbeat.
Back in the foundry, Xiulan gasped, staggering as the vision faded. She knew now: Li Wei lived, barely, but time was running out. His location was blurred, shifting—hidden by powerful wards—but that brief connection left a thread of magic tying heart to heart.
The team rallied, hope surging anew. "Lead the way, Xiulan," Yan said, voice steady for the first time in days. Together, Nightwatch prepared to follow her invisible thread—willing to face any danger if it meant bringing their friend home.