The Fates were unable to move from their positions, even as they cowed and kept working on the Tapestry of Fate. Bellatrix put away her wand and brought her clawed hands up to the skull mask adhered to her face, pulling away with an unnatural wet squelch as liquid darkness poured out of her, letting Dementor after Dementor flood out of her body like she was a walking Trojan Horse, sucking hungrily after everything bright and living in the room as Percy recognized the Lethifolds" sharpened shadows piercing through himself and the Fates alike, crawling up the walls and slicing away at the fading strands that tried to re-knit itself.