55 Threadbound Mirrors

The glow in the Tyrant's core pulsed brighter, each flash synced with the deep hum resonating through the Nexus. 

Threads along its outer body began to unspool like fraying rope, drifting upward like embers caught in an updraft. 

One by one, the outer layers of threads unraveled, floating free from its frame. 

Only the innermost threads stayed intact, wrapping tightly around its pulsing core like armor protecting a heart of molten gold.

Zoe's eyes locked on the shifting threads, her chest tightening as her fingers curled around her staff. 

For a moment, every thread seemed sharper than it should be, each shift tugging at the back of her mind like a silent warning.

"It's not falling apart," she muttered, eyes narrowing. "It's—"

"Rebuilding," Gavin finished, voice sharp as a blade. His stance firm as he readied himself. "Get ready!"