Morning should have come.
But it didn’t.
The sky above the city remained a dull gray, like the sun itself had decided not to rise.
Seraphine stood on the edge of a ruined rooftop, staring at the horizon.
The cracked moon still hung faintly in the sky, visible even through daylight.
That alone was wrong.
Very wrong.
Kael stood a few steps behind her, arms folded as he watched the clouds slowly twist into unnatural shapes.
“You feel it too,” he said quietly.
Seraphine nodded.
“Yes.”
The Veil wasn’t just weakening anymore.
It was breaking.
She could feel thin fractures spreading through the fabric between worlds like glass slowly splintering under pressure.
“What happens when it collapses completely?” she asked.
Kael didn’t answer immediately.
Finally he said:
“Everything mer
