Chapter 120
Lucian's POV
I could practically taste an ancient power on the back of my tongue, and the air was heavy with the smell of earth, decay, and something darker. The Veil. It throbbed, barely perceptible to me, like a living creature awaiting something or someone to pierce its depths. I could feel the pull of it calling to me and all of us, deep within my bones.
Just ahead, Riven's shadowed silhouette was framed by the moonlight. He was drawn to the Veil, a whirling mass of light and darkness. I could see his gaze fixed on it, like a man attracted to a fire, unable to withstand the heat despite being well aware of the dangers of approaching too closely.
He had always refused. He remained consistently restrained, seemingly terrified of what lay ahead.
However, today was a diffe
