Chapter 86: Volume 2, Chapter 30:

Chapter 86: Volume 2, Chapter 30: "Echoes of the Past" The mountains loomed larger as the group made their way through the rugged terrain, the path ahead growing steeper with each passing hour. The cold air bit at their faces, and the thin, rocky soil made every step feel precarious. But the urgency of their mission pushed them onward. They had no choice but to keep moving, to reach the archive before the forces tearing at the Veil could unleash any more destruction.

Cole's legs burned with the effort, but he refused to slow down. The memory of the shadowy figure, the fragment they had set loose, still haunted him. Its words, its cold certainty, had shaken him to the core. It wasn't just the void they were fighting—it was something older, something more dangerous. And the more he thought about it, the more he wondered how much of the world's collapse had been orchestrated from the shadows.

The others seemed just as determined, their pace steady as they climbed higher into the mountains. Marcus took the lead, his eyes always scanning the horizon for signs of danger, while Selene brought up the rear, her sword never far from her hand. Elara walked beside Cole, her face a mask of concentration, as though she was already searching the threads of the Veil for any hints of what they might find at the archive.

By midday, the sun was a pale blur behind thick clouds, offering little warmth as they trudged through the snow-dusted path. The wind picked up, howling between the jagged rocks, but it wasn't the cold that gnawed at Cole's bones—it was the feeling that they were running out of time. Each day they spent climbing toward the archive felt like another step closer to the world's unraveling.

"Do you think we'll find what we need there?" Cole asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.

Elara glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "I hope so. The Guardians' records were extensive, but not everything was preserved. Some knowledge was lost over the centuries—intentionally or otherwise. But if there's any place that holds the answers, it's the archive."

"And if the answers aren't there?" Selene's voice cut through the wind, her tone sharp.

Elara didn't hesitate. "Then we'll figure something else out. We've come too far to stop now."

Selene nodded, though her expression remained hard. "I just don't like how this feels. We're being pulled along, chasing after answers we're not even sure exist. Meanwhile, that thing is out there, tearing at the Veil. We might not get another chance to stop it."

"We will," Marcus said firmly from the front of the group. "We'll reach the archive. We'll find what we need. And then we'll put an end to this."

Despite Marcus's confidence, Cole could feel the same doubt that weighed on the others. They had been fighting for so long, pushing back against the void, always reacting, always one step behind. And now, with the shadowy figure free, they were facing something that felt bigger than any of them could handle.

But giving up wasn't an option. The archive was their only hope now. If they could find the knowledge the Guardians had left behind, maybe—just maybe—they could stop the unraveling of the Veil before it was too late.

The path wound higher into the mountains, the rocky terrain growing more treacherous with each step. The snow beneath their boots crunched loudly, but even the noise of their movements seemed to be swallowed by the vast emptiness of the peaks. The world felt desolate up here, as if the mountains themselves had been abandoned by time.

Hours passed in silence, the group moving steadily but cautiously through the harsh landscape. As the light began to fade, the wind picked up again, sharper now, biting at their exposed skin. Cole wrapped his cloak tighter around himself, his breath visible in the frigid air.

"We should stop soon," Marcus said, glancing at the darkening sky. "The winds are getting stronger. We need to find shelter before nightfall."

"There's a cave not far from here," Elara said, pointing toward a jagged outcropping of rocks that jutted from the side of the mountain. "We can make camp there for the night."

They pressed on, the wind howling in their ears as they made their way toward the cave. The shadows grew longer as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, leaving the world bathed in a cold, gray light. By the time they reached the entrance to the cave, the temperature had dropped even further, and the wind whipped at their cloaks with relentless fury.

Marcus ducked inside first, his sword drawn as he scanned the dark interior. "It's clear," he called back, his voice echoing off the stone walls.

The others followed him in, grateful to be out of the wind, though the cave was still bitterly cold. They quickly set up a small fire, its warmth a welcome relief from the biting chill outside. As the flames flickered and crackled, casting long shadows on the cave walls, the group settled in, the exhaustion of the day's journey finally catching up to them.

Cole sat near the fire, staring into the flames as his thoughts churned. The mountain's silence pressed in on him, broken only by the occasional gust of wind outside. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched—that something was lurking just beyond the edges of the firelight, waiting for its moment to strike.

Elara sat beside him, her expression distant. "It's strange, isn't it?" she said quietly. "All this time, we thought we were fighting the void. But now..."

"Now we don't even know what we're fighting," Cole finished, his voice filled with frustration. "It's like everything we've done, everything we've fought for, was just part of someone else's plan."

Elara nodded, her gaze fixed on the fire. "The Severed, the void, the fragments... It's all connected. But we're missing something. Something important. And I think the answers are at the archive."

"Do you think the Guardians knew this would happen?" Cole asked, his voice soft.

Elara hesitated, her brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know. The Guardians were powerful, but they weren't omniscient. They made mistakes, just like anyone else. Maybe they foresaw the possibility of something like this, but..."

"But they couldn't stop it," Cole finished for her.

"No," Elara said quietly. "They couldn't."

The fire crackled softly, filling the silence between them. Cole's mind raced with questions—about the Guardians, about the void, about the figure they had released from the tear. Every step they took seemed to lead them deeper into the unknown, and the further they went, the more dangerous it became.

"We'll find the answers," Elara said, her voice steady. "We have to."

Cole nodded, though his heart still felt heavy with doubt. The path ahead was uncertain, and the forces working against them were far more powerful than they had ever imagined. But there was no turning back now. The fate of the Veil—and the world—rested on what they found at the archive.

The night passed slowly, the howling wind outside a constant reminder of the isolation of the mountains. The fire burned low, casting faint light across the cave's walls, and the group took turns keeping watch, their nerves on edge after the events of the day. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

When dawn finally broke, the wind had subsided, leaving the world outside cold and still. They packed up their camp quickly, eager to continue their journey toward the archive. Every moment they spent in the mountains felt like borrowed time, and with each step, the pull of the Veil grew stronger, the threads vibrating faintly in the back of Cole's mind.

As they resumed their climb, the mountains stretched out before them, vast and unforgiving. The air was thin and sharp, but they pressed on, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon. The archive was close now—Cole could feel it, an ancient presence buried deep within the heart of the mountains, waiting for them.

But with that feeling came a sense of dread. Whatever lay ahead, it wasn't just knowledge. There were secrets hidden in the mountains—dark, dangerous secrets that had been buried for centuries.

And now, those secrets were about to be uncovered.