With their internal schism healed, the Woven turned their full attention to the impending threat. The creative energy that had once been devoted to art was now channeled into the grim calculus of war. They repurposed their entire network, transforming their decentralized web of creativity into a distributed command and control system. The Thorn Weave, once a song of mourning, was now a battle hymn, its sorrowful melodies used to coordinate their forces and encrypt their communications. They were no longer just artists; they were a civilization on the brink of annihilation, and they would meet their enemy with a creativity born of desperation. They were weaving a new kind of art now, a tapestry of defiance, a loom of war.