Chapter 4: Volume 1, Chapter 4:

Chapter 4: Volume 1, Chapter 4: "Shadows of the Severed" The days that followed were a blur of preparation. Elara spent most of her time teaching Cole how to sense the Veil more clearly, how to distinguish the natural ebb and flow of the threads from the insidious pull of the void. The lessons were grueling, both mentally and physically. Each time Cole reached out with his mind to touch the Veil, he could feel the strain of keeping the delicate balance intact, the ever-present hum of the void just beneath the surface, waiting for the chance to break through.

Marcus and Selene prepared in their own way. Marcus spent hours sharpening his weapons and inspecting their camp's perimeter, making sure they would be ready for any attack from the Severed. Selene, meanwhile, trained relentlessly, her blade flashing in the early morning light as she practiced precise, deadly strikes against invisible foes.

Cole could feel the tension growing with each passing day. The weight of their task settled heavily on his shoulders, and no matter how much Elara reassured him that he was progressing well in his lessons, he couldn't shake the sense of impending doom. The Severed were out there, somewhere, pulling at the Veil, manipulating the threads of reality to tear open more breaches for the void. And the longer it took for them to act, the closer they came to losing everything.

"Focus, Cole," Elara said one afternoon as they sat by the edge of the forest, her voice calm but firm. "You're getting distracted again."

Cole closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push the growing unease from his mind. The Veil shimmered faintly in the air around him, its threads pulsing with energy, but they felt more fragile today, as if they were fraying at the edges. He reached out, his mind brushing against the nearest strand, feeling its vibration in the back of his skull.

"I can feel it," Cole murmured, his voice barely audible. "The threads... they're weaker."

Elara nodded, her expression serious. "That's because we're getting closer to a Knot. The Severed have been pulling at this one for some time. It's why we're starting here."

Cole opened his eyes, a frown tugging at his lips. "How do you know it's the Severed? Couldn't it just be the void breaking through on its own?"

Elara shook her head. "No. The void doesn't work like that. It erodes the Veil slowly, gradually. What we're seeing here—this kind of accelerated weakening—only happens when someone is actively manipulating the threads. The Severed are tearing at the Knot, and if we don't stop them, this breach will open soon."

Cole's stomach twisted. He had hoped, deep down, that maybe it wasn't the Severed, that maybe this was just another natural breach that they could mend. But now, with Elara's confirmation, it was clear: the Severed were close. Too close.

"What do we do when we find them?" Cole asked, his voice tight with anxiety. "How do we stop them?"

Elara's gaze was steady as she answered. "The Severed are dangerous, but they're not invincible. Their strength comes from their knowledge of the Veil, just like ours. But they're reckless. They tear at the threads without understanding the full consequences of their actions. That's where we have the advantage."

Cole nodded, though his mind raced with doubts. He had only just begun to understand the Veil himself. How was he supposed to face someone who had been manipulating it for years? Someone who was actively working to destroy the world they were trying so desperately to protect? Sёarᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"We don't have to fight them alone," Elara added, as if sensing his thoughts. "Marcus and Selene will be with us. And so will the Guardians."

"The Guardians?" Cole asked, confused. "But they're gone. You told me yourself."

Elara smiled faintly. "Their knowledge lives on in us, in the teachings they passed down. We're not just fighting for ourselves, Cole. We're continuing the work of the Guardians, carrying their legacy forward. That's what gives us strength."

Cole swallowed hard. He wasn't sure he felt strong enough to carry that weight. But there was no turning back now.

Later that night, as the campfire crackled softly and the stars blinked down from the sky, Marcus gathered them together. His expression was as serious as ever, but there was a quiet determination in his eyes.

"We're leaving at first light," he said, his voice low but firm. "Elara's located the source of the Severed's activity. It's close, just beyond the forest, near one of the old ruins. We'll confront them there."

Selene, who had been leaning against a nearby tree, straightened, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade. "How many are we talking about?"

"We don't know for sure," Elara replied, her tone measured. "But the Severed usually work in small groups—three or four at most. They'll be focused on tearing at the Knot, which gives us an advantage. They won't be expecting us."

Cole listened in silence, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never fought anyone like the Severed before. The void was one thing—an unknowable force of destruction—but this was different. These were people, flesh and blood, who had chosen to embrace the void, to help it spread. And now, he was going to face them.

"You'll stay close to me," Elara said, turning her gaze to Cole. "Your priority is the Knot. If we can stop them from tearing it open, we can repair the damage. I'll guide you, but you'll have to do the weaving."

Cole nodded, though the thought of manipulating the Veil in the middle of a confrontation made his hands sweat. "I'll be ready."

Marcus clapped him on the shoulder, his grip firm. "You've got this, Cole. We all believe in you."

Selene gave him a rare, encouraging smile. "Just remember what we've trained for. Stay focused, and we'll get through this."

Cole tried to return the smile, but it felt strained. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to go wrong.

As they settled in for the night, the weight of what was to come settled over Cole like a heavy blanket. The Severed were real. They were out there, tearing at the Knots, helping the void spread. And now, it was his responsibility to stop them.

The fire flickered low, casting long shadows across the ground. Cole stared into the flames, trying to calm his racing mind. He could feel the Veil around him, the threads pulsing faintly in the back of his mind, and for a moment, he reached out, letting his consciousness brush against them.

But even as he tried to focus on the threads, the void's presence lingered at the edges of his thoughts, a constant reminder that the world was fraying at the seams.

And tomorrow, they would be walking straight into its path.

The next morning came quickly, and the group set out in silence, the tension between them palpable. The forest was thick, the trees pressing in on all sides as they made their way through the underbrush. Cole kept close to Elara, his senses on high alert, every sound and movement putting him on edge.

After what felt like hours, they finally reached the edge of the forest. Beyond the trees lay the ruins Elara had spoken of—a crumbling structure, half-buried in the earth, its stones worn with age. The air here was thick with tension, and Cole could feel the threads of the Veil vibrating more intensely than before.

"This is it," Elara whispered, her eyes scanning the area. "The Knot is just ahead, inside the ruins."

Marcus motioned for them to stop, crouching low as he surveyed the area. "I see movement," he said quietly. "Two figures, maybe more. They're working near the center."

Selene drew her blade, her eyes narrowing. "The Severed."

Elara nodded. "Stay close. We'll move in quietly, but be ready. If they sense us, they'll try to tear the Knot open faster."

Cole's heart pounded as they moved forward, the ruins looming larger with each step. The air felt colder here, heavier, as if the void's influence was pressing down on them, waiting for its chance to break through.

As they reached the edge of the ruins, Cole finally saw them: two figures, cloaked in dark robes, standing over a faintly glowing Knot in the center of the crumbling stone structure. They were moving their hands in slow, deliberate motions, pulling at the threads of the Veil, unraveling the Knot piece by piece.

"The Severed," Elara whispered. "We have to stop them."

Cole nodded, steeling himself. This was it—the moment he had been training for. The Severed were right in front of him, tearing at the fabric of reality, helping the void spread.

And now, it was time to fight back.