Nogandar and the Weaver of Ruin

Eulstria claws higher on the bridge edge, one hand flung toward Nogandar, the other locked on splintering stone as the seam groans open beneath her.

Heat breathes up through the widening crack. The purple node above the span flickers, and the stone under Eulstria’s boots crumbles into a thin lip.

Nogandar answers by driving power into the seam. The fractured bridge shudders, then bites together just enough to stop her slide.

The span steadies for a heartbeat, but the rift keeps widening, hungry and bright beneath them both.

Nogandar snaps his will through the bridge seam. Pale arcana races from the stone into Eulstria’s climbing hand.

Her fingers harden mid-grip. Stone climbs her wrist, her forearm, her shoulder, locking her in place against the lip.

The transformation surges wider. Eulstria’s legs turn to rough granite, then her torso, freezing her in a half-reach, half-fall.

The bridge groans under the new weight. A stone statue of Eulstria stands twisted over the crack, one hand still outstretched toward Nogandar.

Below, the rift flashes brighter, and the bridge seal shivers around her frozen form, ready to fail if struck again.