The air grew colder as Evans and Amara pressed forward, the massive structure looming ahead. It was ancient—far older than anything Evans had seen before. The walls were carved from dark stone, swirling with shadows that seemed to pulse as if alive.“This place…” Amara whispered, running her fingers along the surface. “It’s not just part of the Veil. It is the Veil.”Evans tightened his grip on the shard in his pocket. “Then this is where we end it.”A deep, guttural whisper slithered through the air, wrapping around them like invisible tendrils.You cannot end what has no beginning…The voice was everywhere and nowhere, reverberating through the stone, seeping into their bones. The doors ahead groaned as they slowly creaked open, revealing a dark corridor lined with shifting mirrors.Evans hesitated. “More illusions.”Amara nodded. “Stay close.”They stepped inside.Reflections of the PastThe

The sky above them stretched and tore like a wound in the fabric of existence, splitting further as the thing beyond the rift began to move. It was not just a creature—it was a presence, something too vast for the mortal mind to comprehend. Its form shifted endlessly, writhing tendrils and ever-changing faces dissolving into golden light and reforming again in the abyss. The weight of it pressed down on the world itself, distorting everything, making the air thick and heavy.Evans felt his breath catch. He had faced horrors within the Veil, illusions meant to break him, but this was real. This was something ancient. Something unstoppable.A deep, resonant sound echoed from the rift, a voice that did not belong to one being but to many, each whispering over the other, their words unintelligible yet filled with meaning.The Keeper stood still, unmoved by the unfolding catastrophe. His hollow eyes remained fixed on Evans, as though waiting.Amara tig

Evans floated in an endless void, weightless, lost between existence and oblivion. He tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey. A heavy silence wrapped around him, deeper than anything he had ever known. It wasn’t just emptiness—it was absence.Was this death?A voice cut through the void. Soft. Familiar."You were never meant to come this far, Evans."His pulse quickened. He knew that voice. It was one he had longed to hear, one that had haunted his dreams and waking moments alike.His mother.A light flickered in the darkness, and suddenly, he wasn’t floating anymore. He stood on a vast mirror, its surface reflecting a sky of swirling gold and black. And there, in the distance, was a figure—a woman draped in white, her silhouette shimmering like a memory struggling to take shape.“Mom…” His voice came out hoarse, disbelieving.She turned, smiling, her face glowing with warmth and sadness. “You’ve come so f

The darkness surged, a tidal wave of void swallowing the air itself. Evans braced as the Devourer’s presence crashed over him, a weight that felt suffocating, like being buried alive in nothingness.Beside him, Amara gasped, clutching her chest. “It’s… it’s not just power,” she choked out. “It’s pulling us in… into it.”Evans clenched his fists. The Devourer wasn’t attacking with brute force—it was consuming them, unraveling their very existence, piece by piece. If they let this continue, there wouldn’t even be a battle. There would be no them left to fight.A cold realization settled in his gut.“We can’t win this the way we’ve fought everything else,” he said, voice tight. “It’s not a battle of strength. It’s—”The Devourer’s voice rippled through the void, its words resonating in their very bones.“A battle of will.”Evans barely had time to register the warning before the void around them shifted. The battlefield was

The darkness was endless.For a moment—just a moment—Evans wasn’t sure if he still existed. The void was silent, weightless, stretching in all directions like an infinite abyss, threatening to unmake him. He felt nothing. Saw nothing. No pain, no warmth, no breath.Then, suddenly—A heartbeat.His own.A second pulse followed. Then a third, each one growing louder, like war drums pounding through his chest. The nothingness cracked.And Evans fell.Wind rushed past him as reality slammed back into existence. The world reassembled in jagged fragments, like a broken mirror snapping together. His body hit the ground, the force rattling his bones.He gasped for air, his vision swimming, his lungs burning. He was back. But where?His hands pressed against damp earth, the scent of moss and rain filling his nose. The sky above was dark, churning with unnatural clouds. Cold mist clung to the ground, obscuring ev