“Too much,” Kael whispered. But he couldn’t stop. He ran his hand over the Sunken Library, the Dreadwood, the Clockwork Ruins. Each touch burned new knowledge into his mind: every breakable wall, every respawning enemy location, every single hidden switch.

Kael looked from the tapestry to his sword, then back at the woven thread of Greenhollow—the waterfall he’d loved, the meadow where he’d first learned to double jump.

It hung in the deepest chamber of the Starspire, not a weapon but a tapestry—threads of silver light stitching mountains, forests, dungeons, and cloud-islands into a single, shifting map. The world of Swordigo, complete.

That changed when he found the Loom.

And he slashed the Loom in two.

Just the full map—burned into his memory—and the will to ignore it.

“What’s there?” Kael demanded.

He drew his blade.