No one moved at first.
The Keeper stood at the edge of the circular platform, its pale mask turned toward the narrow descending path disappearing into the deeper Veil. The mist around the figure curled slowly, as though the air itself recognized its presence.
Behind them, the long stone bridge had already begun to crumble further. Small sections of the ancient path were falling silently into the fog below.
Going back was no longer possible.
Thane was the first to break the silence.
“Well,” he muttered, glancing at the crumbling bridge, “that answers that.”
Ryn sighed heavily.
“Great. Follow the mysterious masked stranger into the unknown part of a magical void. Nothing about this sounds like a bad decision.”
The scarred woman ignored him.
Her eyes remained fixed on the Keeper.
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