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I said with a low pleading voice when he's the one who should have checked on me but love hypnotized me, I was too blind to see the bold handwriting on the wall. Maverick didn't speak. He simply pushed the file on the table across to me and leaned backward on the chair. “Sign it." He said, his voice cold and gaze rigid. I averted my eyes to the file, my eyes lightened up. “You're getting me out of here so quick!!?!" I was elated, thinking Maverick had come to fulfill his promise even before time. With a heart drumming with joy, I reached out to the file and opened it.

From within that dissolving shell came something far older. A sound emerged first. A howl, yet not of any wolf or beast she had ever known. It was the wail of creation itself, sharp enough to slice through marrow. The Veil trembled, reality bending in jagged ripples. Then came the shadow. It poured forth like smoke given flesh, taller than the walls, broader than the chamber, its limbs stretching too far, bending at impossible angles. Eyes—if they could be called that—ignited one by one across its surface, dozens, then hundreds, glowing like fractured stars.

“That essence mingles strong—use for veil potency, or distract?” Lira veiled spectral, third-eye pulsing erratic white. “Visions devour depths—branches infinite, prophecies crown bleed if forced. Harmony adapts subtle; undercrypt hungers heirs' blood, personal now. Whispers seek from sight? Bond's heat veils deeper—refuse tempt, guide true,” she intoned ethereal, veil shifting to reveal luminous concern. “Paths branch dark; choose wise, or self-fulfill ruin.”

“The Veil itself must be weakening.” Luna frowned. “You keep saying ‘the Veil.’ What exactly is it?” Eldric walked toward one of the glowing windows overlooking the city. “The Veil is the barrier between our world and the Shadow Realm.” Luna slowly absorbed the words. “So basically… a giant magical wall?” “Yes.” “And if it breaks?” Eldric turned back to her. “The Shadow King and his armies will flood into this world.” Luna sighed. “No pressure.” Kael placed a hand on the table.

I blink, and he’s there. Closer. Watching. His outline was sharp against the strobe lights. His hand — steady, sure — reaches for me. “That’s not him,” I whisper. Or think I do. But his fingers close around my arm. Firm. Cold. My body gives out. The floor rushes up to meet me. The lights smear into streaks of colour. The last thing I see is his shadow leaning over me — calm, unhurried — before the world folds in on itself. Then—nothing.

Cassius’s roar was a physical force, a shockwave that seemed to momentarily halt my violent journey. Gritting my teeth against the fire in my shoulder, I twisted, forcing a torrent of mana into my palm. I lifted my head just enough to see it: a knot of congealed night, a writhing mass of animated shadow with tendrils like whips of solid darkness. A Shadowveil. It was pulling me into its formless body. I aimed and unleashed a lance of amethyst light. The blast struck true, and the creature didn't just die; it unraveled, dissolving into a silent puff of black smoke.

The Interregnum hadn’t just tried to end the age of fire and sky; they’d wanted to outpace it. Which explained too much. The way the threads wove with Umbraen echoes and shards of Obscuran warding practices. The intrusive compatibility with older death magics. Even the subtle signatures of preservation sorcery woven into the outer ring, Thornveil’s signature method of encoding what shouldn’t be alive. All of it flowed together like a broken mosaic someone had tried to force back together without admitting the pieces didn’t match. Except this time, they did.

“Veil, cleanse your heart—light and shadow, one.” The core pulses, starlight blooming, but the shard surges, its void-tendrils lashing, and a vision grips us—the Overveil, a sentient chaos of light and shadow, a primal force that birthed the Veil, now seeking to reclaim it. Its whisper roars—The heart is mine—and Aelys stumbles, her aura flickering, the tendrils coiling around her light. I slash the blade, lunar light burning, severing a tendril, and pull her back, my essence straining, silver blood welling from my hand.

“Every shadow, every whisper, every concealed hand—we perceive them. And we will respond accordingly.” Aera’s gaze fixed on the horizon, where indistinct, shadowed movements suggested unperceived machinations. “The Veil believes they possess the ability to manipulate fear. They are unaware that loyalty can be equally contagious, and courage can be equally potent. The clandestine assault may persist, but the crown is vigilant—and so are we.”

Their weapons were an extension of their spirits, cutting through the darkness and offering glimmers of hope amidst the chaos. But just when it seemed victory was within reach, a towering figure emerged from the midst of the horde, a sinister being draped in a cloak of shadows, its eyes glowing with malevolence. "The Veil of Shadows," Luna whispered, her voice laden with trepidation. The Veil of Shadows possessed an ancient power, capable of manipulating the very fabric of reality. It's dark influence had plagued their world, and Luna and Jaxon knew that to save their world, they had to face this embodiment of malevolence head-on.