The Unraveler did not attack with fire or sword, but with a pair of metaphysical shears. With a single, silent snip, it severed a connection, a single thread of love that had bound two souls together for eons. The effect was not immediate, but it was devastating. The two threads, once so harmoniously intertwined, began to drift apart. Their songs grew dissonant, their colors faded. The pattern they had created began to unravel, and a small, almost imperceptible hole appeared in the tapestry of reality.