(Elara’s POV)The Rift’s corridors twisted tighter around us, the walls slick with silver veins that pulsed like living arteries. The air was heavy with ozone and the metallic tang of magic, and my senses were raw from the storm we had just survived. Cael’s hand wrapped around mine, molten fire radiating from his touch, while Auren trailed close, his presence steady, warm, reassuring.“We’re close,” Cael murmured, voice low and controlled, the authority in it like a shield against the pressing shadows. “Something’s here, waiting.”Auren’s jaw tightened, calm but tense. “The Rift has patience,” he said softly. “And it tests us by drawing out fear, hunger, desire. All at once.”I nodded, sensing the truth in his words. My pulse hummed in tune with the silver threads of the Veil, and already I could feel the eyes of something ancient watching, circling, probing.And then he appeared.Kyren stepped from the shadows, grinning like a storm about to break. His eyes gleamed with amusement an
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