The Celestial Heist

Chapter 220: The Shrouded Crossroads

The transition between realms was never gentle. As the Marauders followed Idris through the veil of shimmering energy, Kael felt a familiar, unsettling sensation—like being pulled through a whirlwind of shifting light and sound. For a few disorienting moments, reality itself seemed to warp around them, the air thick with the hum of unseen forces. Then, with a sudden jolt, the world solidified, and they found themselves standing on the threshold of the Shrouded Crossroads.

The air was different here—heavy, almost suffocating. Kael’s eyes adjusted slowly to the muted colors of their surroundings. The landscape before them was a strange, labyrinthine expanse of twisting paths and towering stone archways, each one etched with runes that seemed to shimmer and shift when he looked at them directly. The ground was made of dark, polished stone that reflected the dim, swirling mist that hung over everything, casting an eerie glow that made the whole place feel like a dream—or a nightmare.

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