The path ahead seemed to stretch infinitely into the mist, but the air here carried a different weight, a subtle vibration that prickled Aria’s skin, making her feel as though the very Veil was aware of her presence. The Keeper moved steadily ahead, silent and purposeful, while the others followed closely behind.
“This is it,” the Keeper finally said, stopping before a massive, arched gateway carved from black stone. The carvings on it pulsed faintly with an ethereal glow, symbols older than any of them could recognize, curling like fire caught in eternal motion.
Aria stepped forward, her golden embers flickering involuntarily as if drawn toward the gate. The energy felt alive, aware, and hungry.
“It’s beautiful,” Ryn murmured, tracing the patterns with his fingers, careful not to touch
