The void-realm screeches, shadow-crystals splintering under a sky of jagged rifts. Searing air scorches my throat, shadow’s bitter tang clinging to my skin. I am Aelys, mortal, taut, lunar mark a faint scar, silvered hair matted with dust. Lena’s spark hums steady in my chest, anchoring me against the wraith’s hum. My blade, Elara’s runes etched deep, grips warm as I lead Kalia and our group—Cassia, Renn, Maddox, Sylvara, Lysara, Theryn, Zorath, Valthor, Lirien, Kael, Veyra—across cracked stone. The Veil’s thread frays in my heart, its weave buckling under the void’s hymn. Kalia’s blue aura burns bright, rift-touched orb glowing in her hands, sealed cracks lit with starlight. Her twin-star eyes trace crystal veins, breath even, fingers tight on the orb. I touch her arm, voice low, slicing through the screech. “Kalia, find the core.” She nods, lips set, orb sparking, eyes fierce, Lena’s spark mirrored.Veyra strides alert, gaunt, her blade’s Sylvara runes glinting, cloak torn. Her voic
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