There was a considerable puddle on the floor, then, as if his body was rejecting everything that kept him alive. The two mortals sat nearby, on the floor, trembling over the horror they were forced to bear witness to. The Goddess explained,
Wahisietel was bleeding profusely then, a pool beginning to form at his feet. The Goddess explained,
"You are given the Elder Loom of Space-time. My sister and I created it. It's the fate of the universe, and everything in it. We've had our chance, let's see what you do with the place. Don't worry about the mortals you see around you. They're doomed anyway. Goodbye."
With that, the voice stopped, and Wahisietel collapsed into the pool below him. Azzanadra shook him, trying to get a response, any response. The priestess pressed her forehead into the palm of her hands, wild-eyed and unblinking as the man whose demise she'd just witnessed. Zaros watched a massive loom appear before him. He took tentative steps towards it, transfixed. If this was the "fate of the universe", sitting unguarded before him, perhaps Wahisietel didn't have to stay dead.
He placed a finger on a string. He had flashes of several lives before him; the priestess would become immortal in another life, Guthix would awaken, Armadyl would have a change of heart... Zaros closed his eyes, feeling for a string that had just been cut off. HE found it, alongside those of the others in the room. He held it in his hands, willing it longer. If the priestess would never die, nor should his friend, or so his thought process went. The string expanded in length, wravelling and unwravelling, moving towards other strings. It seemed truly alive, unlike the corpse that still sat motionless on the crypt floor.
"Surely," Zaros thought, "it should be working! I have changed his fate. Why is he still..."
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