War of the Broken PANTHEON

When the Weave Demands a Sacrifice The sky split open at dawn—not with light, not with thunder, but with threads: white, gold, violet, and black unraveling across the heavens like a wounded tapestry trying to stitch itself shut. Every god, monster, hero, and villain felt it, a tremor in the world’s bones, a shiver in the breath of reality, a vibration in the Weave itself. At the center of that trembling stood Kaiden Vale, wrapped in the living white silk of the last Void Arachnid—Silk Wraith, the White Hunger—on the shattered plateau where the First Knight had summoned him. The air around them quivered with the weight of a war that had not yet begun and could not be avoided.