Chapter 67: Whisper of the Veil

The land lay in something of an uneasy peace, following the dark mage's defeat. Rejoicings had been small and quiet. People had returned to their everyday lives, but with an underlying tension to their quiet that Ariadne could not put down to anything but this notion: that the maybe-victory didn't herald an end to the troubles.

The palace was now abuzz. All strategists, as well as mages, worked further hard in concentration, their faces etched with great focus. Enthralled in the ancient texts lifted from the spectral book, Thalia and Seraphina worked tirelessly—findings that pointed towards a cosmic disturbance beyond the influence of the dark mage.

Last night, Ariadne had taken the texts and gone through them herself, trying to find some sort of deciphering system for the cryptic messages concerning the veil between worlds. The warning of the weakening veil and echoes from the past, provided by the ancient guardian, was now taking on almost an ominous tone. There was a mounting sense