Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire
little me said, her voice low and grave, “is no mere artifact. With it, one can open the path to the Netherveil.”
“The… Netherveil?” I whispered.
“The realm beneath realms. The prison of the banished. A place where time has no meaning, where the dead whisper and monsters wait for release.” She looked at me, eyes burning with urgency. “If this key falls into the wrong hands, the veil will tear. And all that is imprisoned will walk again.”
Her words froze me to my core.
Before I could respond, cracks split across the air, spiderwebbing through the memory like glass about to shatter. Wanda’s form blurred, her voice breaking apart into echoes.