Chapter 89: Volume 2, Chapter 33:

Chapter 89: Volume 2, Chapter 33: "Fractures in the Light" The world felt both lighter and heavier in the aftermath of the ritual. The Knot had been stabilized, the fragment bound once again, but the tension in the air remained, like a coiled spring waiting to snap. Cole's muscles trembled with exhaustion, his body drained from the effort it had taken to weave the threads back together.

Elara knelt beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You did it," she said softly, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and pride. "The fragment is bound."

Cole nodded, though his mind was still reeling. The ritual had worked, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed—something deeper than just the Knot's restoration. The energy pulsing through the Veil felt... different now. Tighter, but also more fragile, as though the very act of binding the fragment had shifted the balance between the void and the Veil. S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"How do you feel?" Marcus asked, his voice steady but filled with concern.

"Tired," Cole admitted, rubbing his temples. "But... it's more than that. It feels like the threads are still vibrating, like they're on the edge of snapping again."

Elara frowned, her brow furrowing in thought. "The ritual was designed to stabilize the Knot, but the Veil has been under strain for so long... it's possible that this is just a temporary fix. We've bought ourselves time, but the void is still pushing, and the Knots are weakening across the land."

Selene, who had been keeping watch near the entrance, sheathed her sword and approached them. "Then we need a more permanent solution. We can't keep running from Knot to Knot, fixing them one by one. The void isn't going to stop just because we slowed it down here."

Cole nodded. She was right. As powerful as the ritual had been, it was only a stopgap measure. The void was relentless, and each Knot they saved seemed to only delay the inevitable. Sooner or later, something would give—and when it did, the consequences would be catastrophic.

"We need to figure out why the Knots are failing in the first place," Cole said, his voice gaining strength as he pushed himself to his feet. "We're fighting the symptoms, but we still don't understand the cause."

"The archive might have more answers," Elara said, standing beside him. "The book we found mentioned the Guardians sealing away not just void fragments, but other forces as well—older forces. There's more we need to learn."

Marcus folded his arms across his chest, his gaze thoughtful. "If the Guardians were dealing with something older than the void, something that could disrupt the Veil itself, then that's what we're facing. We need to know what they knew. But that knowledge has been buried for centuries."

"And we have to dig it up before the world falls apart," Selene added grimly.

The fire crackled softly beside them, the heat barely cutting through the cold mountain air. Cole could feel the weight of the task ahead pressing down on him, but for the first time, it wasn't just fear he felt—it was determination. They had survived this long, against impossible odds. They had stopped the fragment. Now, they needed to find the answers that would stop the unraveling of the Veil for good.

"Then let's go back to the archive," Cole said, his voice steady. "We've already found some of the Guardians' knowledge. There has to be more."

Elara nodded. "The deeper parts of the archive might still be intact. The Guardians were meticulous about their records. If there's anything that can help us understand what's happening, it'll be there."

Marcus glanced at the sky, which was now a pale gray, the sun hidden behind thick clouds. "We need to move quickly. The void is still out there, and the Severed could be tracking us."

The mention of the Severed sent a chill down Cole's spine. They hadn't encountered the Severed since the battle at the last Knot, but their presence had been a constant threat, lurking just beyond the edges of their journey. If the Severed were working to weaken the Veil, to tear the Knots apart from the inside, then they would stop at nothing to see the void unleashed.

"Let's not give them the chance," Selene said, her eyes sharp. "We need to be in and out of the archive before they catch wind of where we are."

The group gathered their belongings quickly, their movements efficient despite the weariness that clung to them. The climb back toward the archive was silent, each step carrying them closer to the heart of the Guardian's hidden knowledge. The weight of their mission hung over them, unspoken but understood by all.

When they reached the entrance to the archive, Cole felt a familiar sense of awe wash over him. The ancient structure, carved into the mountainside, loomed before them like a monument to a forgotten age. The symbols etched into the stone walls seemed to pulse faintly, as though the very structure was alive with the energy of the Veil.

"This place feels different now," Selene muttered, her eyes scanning the entrance. "Like the air's heavier."

"It's because of the ritual," Elara explained, her voice thoughtful. "The Knot we stabilized was tied to this archive. The Guardians wove the Knots into their structures to protect them from the void. But now that the Knot is stronger, the energy in the archive is more... concentrated."

Cole nodded, though the unease in his chest didn't fade. The Knot might have been stabilized, but the tension in the air remained. He could still feel the threads of the Veil vibrating, as though they were constantly on the verge of breaking.

As they moved deeper into the archive, the faint light from outside faded, replaced by the dim glow of the symbols carved into the walls. The further they ventured, the more intact the structure seemed to be—less worn by time, more preserved. The shelves that lined the walls were filled with ancient texts, many of them untouched for centuries.

"This is it," Elara said, her voice hushed as she ran her fingers over one of the shelves. "The inner sanctum of the archive. This is where the Guardians stored their most valuable knowledge."

Cole scanned the room, his eyes drawn to a large, weathered table at the center. On it lay several thick tomes, their covers worn but still intact. He approached cautiously, his heart pounding as he reached for the nearest book.

As he opened it, the pages crackled with age, but the writing was still legible. The text was filled with intricate diagrams of the Veil, detailed descriptions of Knots, and something else—something more ancient.

"Look at this," Cole said, his voice tight with excitement as he turned the book toward Elara.

Her eyes widened as she scanned the pages. "These are records of the first Weavers—the ones who wove the Veil. This... this is a map of how the Knots were originally tied."

"It's more than that," Selene said, pointing to a section of the text. "It's a map of what lies beyond the Veil. They weren't just weaving to protect the world from the void. They were sealing something away."

Elara's brow furrowed as she read further. "This explains the older forces the Guardians were dealing with. The Veil wasn't just meant to hold back the void. It was meant to bind something else—something that predates even the void's influence."

Marcus's eyes narrowed. "And whatever that is, it's starting to break free."

The air in the archive grew colder as the weight of the revelation settled over them. The Guardians hadn't just been fighting the void—they had been fighting to protect the world from something far older, far more dangerous. And now, as the Knots began to fail, that ancient force was stirring, threatening to break free from the bindings that had held it for centuries.

"We have to find a way to stop it," Cole said, his voice filled with urgency. "Before it's too late."

Elara nodded, her expression grave. "We need to study these records, learn everything we can about the original Weavers and the forces they were fighting. The answers are here—we just have to find them."

As they poured over the ancient texts, the weight of their task pressed down on them with renewed intensity. The void was only part of the threat they faced. Now, they had to contend with something older, something more dangerous than they had ever imagined.

And the more they learned, the more they realized that the true battle had only just begun.