The Obsidian Spire loomed above the city like an unyielding sentinel, its glassy façade reflecting the twin suns with cold indifference. Rin found himself confined within the halls not by force, but by cautious curiosity, surrounded by other Echoed—each drawn here against their will, each bearing a unique Thread and a fractured past.Among them was Kaelin, a lithe warrior whose Thread manipulated gravity, and Maela, a scholar who spun illusions so lifelike they blurred reality. Their memories were patchy, dreams filled with uncertainty and loss, but together they shared a fierce bond—a flicker of resistance within the sprawling shadows.Elandra, the lead Obsidian Scholar, observed them like a scientist cataloging rare specimens. "Your Threads make you powerful," she said, voice a clinical blend of admiration and warning. "But disobedience only hastens your unraveling."Under the looming Spire's watchful presence, Rin and the others conspired in whispers. The Obsidian Scholars sought to fragment them, pit Echoed against one another to prevent unity. But their shared pain wove them closer—a fragile alliance anchored by dwindling memories and the burning hope to reclaim their fates.Plans formed amid hushed conversations in moonlit corridors: to escape, to uncover the Weaver's true nature, and to find the lost threads of their own pasts before the looming dread of erasure swallowed them whole.Rin felt the weight of leadership settle uneasy in his chest. His memories might fade, but the flickering spark of unity could forge a new path—one that might yet rewrite destiny itself.
