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The Gate was alive with energy, pulsing in rhythm with his presence, acknowledging his authority as its chosen guardian. As he stepped closer, the runes on the Gate shimmered and changed, the lines of ancient symbols twisting and reforming before his eyes. They were patterns he recognized—warnings, instructions, cryptic glimpses into the unknown. The power within the Gate surged, a wave of energy so intense it brought Veyron to his knees. His hands cradled his head as the visions flooded him.

The gate loomed like a sleeping god—tall, jagged, its once-bright frame dulled by time. Evryn stepped toward it, the old keycard in her palm trembling slightly. She slid it through. Nothing. Then, the lights flickered. One by one, the runes around the gate ignited in a deep purple hue. Kai’s voice whispered behind her. “It remembers you.” Evryn clenched her jaw and stepped through. The world behind the gate wasn’t a world at all. It was a drift. A swirling void of fragmented memories, floating data, and bleeding timelines. Buildings melted into one another like watercolor. Sounds came in reverse. Voices whispered from every direction, sometimes in languages she didn't know—but somehow unders

she whispered. “They’re waiting for something.” They broke through the forest into a clearing made of crystal and bone. In the center stood a massive stone gate—curved like an ancient archway, pulsing with blue veins of light. The Gate. She knew it before she even touched it. This was what the Hollow wanted. What it had always wanted. Her. Here. At the Gate’s threshold. Because she wasn’t just the key. She was the Gate. The arch hummed when she approached, and Kael grabbed her wrist.

Grayson sucked on his teeth. “I’m not up for any visitors Leo.” “Oh, but it’s not a visitor. It’s my invited guest.” Leo grinned even more smugly as he pressed the intercom, “Pull on in. I left you a spot. And come right on up. G-Man is dying to see you.” Amber saved her list on her smart watch and wandered closer, hoping to get a glimpse of this mysterious visitor in the camera lens. But she only caught a shoulder and a shiny, black sports car as it zoomed into the garage beneath them.

Chapter 10: Echoes of Destruction The rusted iron gates of the obsidian citadel loomed before them, a gaping maw in the desolate crimson landscape. Behind them, the monstrous creatures howled in frustration, their metallic claws scraping against the barren rock. Evie and Liam, hearts pounding in their chests, sprinted towards the gate, desperate for any semblance of refuge. With a resounding clang, the gate swung open, revealing a dark, cavernous entrance. Without hesitation, they plunged into the cool, stale air that emanated from within. The heavy gate slammed shut behind them, momentarily cutting off the sounds of the pursuing horde.

"If three gates are active at once.." "The Veil weakens." Kael finished the sentence. Lucien nodded. Slowly. "Yes." The black stone gate pulsed again. Hard enough to shake dust from the ceiling. Cassian cursed under his breath. "So let me understand this." Nobody answered. He continued anyway. "We have one gate under Blackthorn." He pointed toward me. "A second gate in a desert run by a woman who apparently refuses to stay dead." Then toward Lucien. "And now a third gate somewhere near an evil ocean city."

He showed no anger, even though he had just lost five hundred million Euros. “Let them believe they have won,” the man said softly. “Mavric Thorne and Liora Valerius have just unlocked a gate they will never be able to close again. Welcome to the real game, children.” The chapter closed with a view of the armoured truck vanishing into the dark depths of the Norfolk woodlands leaving behind a ruined medical clinic, and a massive secret that was now fully rising into the light. END OF CHAPTER 198.

Silence enveloped them as they crossed the academy grounds. The core pulsed steadily in Kael's pocket, unaffected by the previous day's suppression attempt. Dungeon Gate 3 was located at the western edge of the grounds, close to the old quarry. It was smaller than Gate 1. The design is for regulated activities instead of extensive reconnaissance, and the hum from the gate felt sharper and more contained. A Foundation team of six in grey was already there, three with instrument cases, two with sealed containment kits, and a supervisor monitoring the gate diagnostics with concentration.

"Sir, don't you think something is different in this gate? I don't know what it is, but earlier at the car, Miss Seolurrie felt the gate before I do. And after she felt it she started acting weird." "Hmm. That is one of the reason why we need to install the Godly Eyes inside the gate to know what will happen later." "But, sir. I think it is too dangerous for you. That blue gate is a first grade gate, sir. And other than the past blue gate we've encounter so far, that one is the only one that gives a strange feeling." Both of the two men was already near the gate, but they still didn't notice Seolurrie who was quietly hiding behind them.

Goma Island. It loomed out of the mist, a jagged silhouette of black rock and ancient forest. As we drew closer, the massive Southern Gate became visible. It was a marvel of engineering—a towering wall of reinforced composite alloy that had stood shut for nearly a decade. Seeing it now, with its two halves parted like a giant's wound, felt wrong. It felt like a trap waiting to be sprung. "All units, stay sharp," I said into my comms, my voice steady despite the roar of blood in my ears. "We don't know who or what opened that gate. Do not engage unless fired upon, but keep your fingers on the triggers."