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Vael’Rhyss

Vael’Rhyss moved high above the streets, suspended between towers that no longer resembled anything human. At that height, far beyond where most humans could reach, the wind carried ash, dust, and the faint metallic scent of the machinery left behind by the old world. Beneath him, the Loom stretched through the district in countless threads, feeding him information through subtle vibrations: movement, structural changes. Until something pulled against the Loom.