The Veil had never been quiet before.
Not like this.
Usually it hummed soft currents of magic sliding through the air like invisible rivers. The sound of eternity breathing. The pulse of the moon that held everything together.
Now…
It stuttered.
I stood at the edge of the cliff where the Veil split open into endless silver mist, staring at the fractured glow of the sky.
The moon looked wrong.
Not broken.
Not yet.
But strained.
Like something inside it was trying to claw its way out.
My fingers curled.
This is my fault.
The ritual that shattered eternity had saved the world from the Ancients… but it had also changed something fundamental in the balance of existence. I could feel it now threads of reality pulling in directions they were never meant to.
And something else had sl
