Elixir’s POVSkellmoor rose like a memory no one wanted to speak aloudIt wasn’t just a placeIt was a scar—a stretch of crumbling ruins buried beneath silver dust and forgotten rituals. The earth here pulsed faintly, as if remembering a heartbeat it once carried but lost in some ancient warThe first night we camped outside the boundary stones, the wind changedAnd I knew the veil had started to stir againI woke before dawnNot to noiseBut absenceThe world had gone too stillLucian lay beside me, one arm curled over his bladeSoren’s breathing was slow and even, his warding runes still glowing across the perimeterEwen was sitting just beyond the fire, unmoving, eyes fixed on something in the distanceI walked toward him carefully, every step slow“You feel it too,” he said, without looking“Yes,” I replied. “The veil’s pulsing again.”“Something’s pushing from the other side.”He turned his head, and for a moment, I saw it—his eyes reflecting not the firelight, but something dark
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