INICIAR SESIÓNThe night refused to end.Hours passed, yet the darkness stayed—heavy and alive, pulsing with a rhythm that wasn’t the moon’s. It was the Veil’s heartbeat now, faint but growing stronger with every breath I took.The air above Duskwind shimmered like thin glass. Even from the tower, I could see the faint distortions rippling across the wards. They weren’t meant to hold against something like this. None of us were.Cassian’s voice came through the comm-link rune at my wrist, curt and controlled despite the chaos beneath."North perimeter’s holding. East watch reports movement again, not rogues this time. The shapes are wrong.""Wrong how?""They don’t cast shadows."I tightened my grip on the railing. The mist below the ridge writhed, silver and black merging like smoke and bone. The Veilborn were learning—adapting. Each time they pushed against the wards, they became more tangible.Julian approached quietly from behind, his robes torn, his fingers inked with sigils that pulsed faintly
The forest no longer breathed.Ash hung in the air like dust from a dream that refused to end. The wind had died, the ground still trembling faintly under our feet as if remembering what had just happened.I stood among the ruin, throat burning with the taste of smoke and iron. My hands were raw—skin split where the silverfire had burned through it—but I barely felt the pain."Help me with him," I rasped.Cassian nodded silently. Together, we lifted Dareth from the ground. His body was heavier than I remembered, limp and fever-hot. The wound along his ribs was still glowing faintly, the edges of it blackened—Veil-burn.Julian crouched beside us, shaking. His face was pale beneath the blood. "He needs healing now, Elara. If we wait any longer, the corruption will spread.""I know." My voice cracked, but I didn’t stop moving. "We take him back to Duskwind."Cassian hesitated. "If the path is still open.""It will be." I met his eyes. "It has to be."We started walking.The world was qui
The voice didn’t stop when the wind did.It slid through the silence, low and layered—like a thousand whispers speaking in unison through a single throat. My pulse stumbled. Every instinct I had screamed to run, but my feet stayed rooted to the ashen ground."Riven," I breathed. "You hear that?"He lifted his head, eyes narrowing. "That’s not her."Julian swallowed hard. "No. That’s older."The air shifted. The smell of iron and rain rolled in—not from the storm above, but from something moving beneath the soil.The forest exhaled again, but this time it wasn’t wind. It was breath.The ground shuddered beneath us, splitting in a jagged line that cut straight through the clearing. From the fissure, silver mist poured out, dense and cold. The kind that clung to skin like oil.Cassian cursed, backing away. "It’s not over. The Veil’s reopening."Julian’s hands sparked as he tried to form a ward, but the mist lashed upward like tendrils, wrapping around his wrists. He screamed, the glow in
The crystal pulsed once between our hands.Then again, harder.Light bled through the cracks in its surface, threading up my wrist like veins of frozen lightning. The ground beneath us trembled. Every root, every leaf, every whisper of air seemed to react to it."Riven," I hissed, jerking my hand back. "What did you—"He tightened his grip on the crystal. "It’s resonating. She’s close."Julian’s voice came from behind, low but strained. "Closer than before. The air feels wrong."I turned. Dareth was still lying where he’d fallen, breathing shallow but alive. Cassian knelt beside him, trying to staunch the blood flow, his hands slick with silver-streaked crimson."We can’t move him yet," Cassian said without looking up. "His ribs are shattered. One more hit and—""He’s not dying here," I cut in. "Not in her den."Riven’s gaze flicked toward the pool. The water had gone still again, but faint ripples shimmered across its surface, as if something beneath it was breathing."She’s feeding
The forest never slept.Even now—under a bruised sky and a moon half-swallowed by clouds—it pulsed with restless life. Every leaf, every breath of wind seemed to whisper my name. The scent of silverfire clung to everything, sharp and cold, turning the air itself into a warning."She’s close," Cassian murmured beside me. His hand brushed the hilt of his blade, knuckles white. "The trail’s fresher than last night.""I know." My voice came out lower than I meant, rough as gravel. "Keep your formation tight. Don’t lose sight of the ridge."Dareth gave a sharp nod from behind me, signaling the wolves to move. We advanced through the undergrowth, quiet but for the faint creak of armor and the occasional crack of a branch beneath our boots.The night had swallowed the world whole, and all that was left was breath, heartbeat, and the lingering tremor of something hunting us from the dark.Julian moved closer, his usual calm cracked by unease. "The scent—" He paused, nostrils flaring. "It’s wr
The silence tasted like ash.When I opened my eyes, the world was nothing but a blur of silver and soot. The air shimmered, humming faintly as if the ground itself was remembering what had happened. Every breath burned through my lungs—raw, heavy, real.I tried to move, but my body felt like it had been torn apart and stitched back with light. The last thing I remembered was Riven’s voice—low, calm, steady—before the wildness in me broke loose and devoured everything around us."—Elara?"A voice. Familiar. Hoarse.My vision steadied, and through the haze, I saw him. Dareth.His arm was wrapped in bandages, his face streaked with dirt and blood, but his eyes—those amber eyes—were still the same. Loyal, steady, unyielding."Thank the moon goddess, you’re awake," he whispered, dropping to one knee beside me. "You were gone for almost two days. We thought—"He didn’t finish.Behind him, the Duskwind camp was a graveyard of half-burnt tents and shattered weapons. The trees bore black scars







