The Weaver's threads…waited. Kaden felt…the cost, like a scale tipping in the balance. Lara's eyes searched his, a silent question. Nyx shrugged, vibe screaming "worth it". The Umbra leaned in, darkness anticipating the deal.
Echo's voice echoed. "Price…defines…the…path…paying…shapes…the…outcome."
The Weaver spoke, silk and smoke. *"I…demand…a…memory…of…your…choosing…from…each…of…you…to…weave…the…meta-path."
Arin whistled low. "A…memory…gone…forever…big…price…"
Lara frowned. "Which…memory…do…we…choose?"
Nyx snorted. "Pick…something…small…who…cares…we'll…gain…Elysiums."*
Kaden faced…the group.
What…*memory…do…we…offer?