Chapter 95: Volume 2, Chapter 39:

Chapter 95: Volume 2, Chapter 39: "The Void's Echo" The quiet after the battle was almost suffocating. Cole knelt on the ground, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His mind was still racing, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The Abyss—a living fragment of the void—had retreated, but not without leaving its mark. The air around them felt tainted, as though the void had left behind an echo of its presence. Sёarᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Elara sat beside him, her face pale but composed, though Cole could see the strain in her eyes. She had spent so much energy stabilizing the Knot, and yet there was no sign of relief on her face. If anything, she seemed more troubled than ever.

"We should move," Marcus said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it. He stood a few paces away, his sword still drawn, as if expecting the Abyss to reappear at any moment. "We can't stay here. The Severed will regroup, and the Abyss might come back."

Selene sheathed her blade, her movements quick and precise despite the exhaustion etched on her face. "He's right. This isn't over. They'll be back. And next time, they might not retreat so easily."

Cole nodded, though the weight of their words settled heavily on him. It had taken everything they had to stabilize the Knot and push back the Abyss. If the Severed returned, and if the Abyss grew stronger...

"We need a plan," Elara said, her voice calm but resolute. "We can't keep reacting to their attacks. We need to figure out where they're coming from, and why they're targeting the Knots now."

"The Severed have always been a problem," Marcus replied, "but this feels different. They're organized, more aggressive. And the Abyss... We've never faced anything like that before."

Selene crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed in thought. "The Severed were pulling at the Knots before, but it was more random, more chaotic. This feels like part of a larger strategy. They're going after the weakest Knots first, testing our defenses."

Cole's mind raced. "And the Abyss... It was feeding off the Knot's instability. If the Severed are weakening the Knots on purpose, they're doing it to give the void an opening. The Abyss is just the first step."

Elara's brow furrowed. "That means they're not just trying to tear the Veil apart. They're trying to break through completely. The void wants to enter our world, and the Severed are giving it the chance."

A chill ran down Cole's spine. They had been so focused on stabilizing the Knots, on reacting to each new breach, that they hadn't stopped to consider the larger picture. The Severed weren't just weakening the Veil for the sake of it—they were creating a path for the void to invade.

"We have to stop them," Cole said, his voice firmer now. "But we need more than just fighting the Severed. We need to find out where they're coming from and how they're organizing their attacks."

"That won't be easy," Marcus said, his tone grim. "The Severed don't leave trails. They move like shadows, striking from places no one can track."

"But they have to be getting their orders from somewhere," Elara added. "If we can find their base of operations, we can disrupt their plans. Cut off the head, and the body will fall."

Selene turned to Elara, her eyes sharp. "You think there's a leader? Someone coordinating all this?"

"There has to be," Elara replied. "The Severed have always been disorganized, splintered. But now they're moving with purpose. That means someone is leading them."

Marcus sheathed his sword, his jaw set with determination. "Then we need to find that leader. Take them out before they can launch another attack."

"But where do we even begin?" Cole asked, his voice heavy with frustration. "We don't know where they're hiding, and the Severed don't exactly leave a trail of breadcrumbs."

Elara reached into her bag and pulled out the Guardian amulet. It pulsed faintly with a soft, ethereal light, the symbols etched into its surface glowing as though reacting to the energy around them. "This amulet has more power than just stabilizing Knots," she said thoughtfully. "It was created by the Guardians to track the flow of energy through the Veil. If we use it, we might be able to trace the Severed's movements, find out where they're gathering their strength."

Cole's eyes lit up with a flicker of hope. "You think it can lead us to them?"

"It's a possibility," Elara said. "The Severed are manipulating the Veil in ways similar to how we stabilize the Knots. If we can track the points where they're pulling at the threads, we might be able to find their stronghold."

Marcus nodded. "It's a start. If the Severed have a base of operations, it'll be near a weak point in the Veil. We follow the trail of broken Knots, and we'll find them."

"But we have to be quick," Selene added. "The more Knots they weaken, the closer the void gets to breaking through completely. We might not have much time."

The urgency of the situation settled over them like a cold blanket. They had managed to stabilize two Knots so far, but the Severed had been targeting them at an alarming rate. If the Abyss returned—or if there were others like it—then the stakes were far higher than they had anticipated.

"We'll leave at dawn," Elara said, tucking the amulet back into her bag. "We'll use the amulet to track the Severed's movements, and we'll find out where they're hiding. But for now, we rest."

The night descended quickly, the cold mountain air biting at their skin as they huddled close to the fire. The stars above were hidden by clouds, and the only light came from the faint glow of the flames and the steady pulse of the Guardian amulet. The weight of their journey ahead pressed down on Cole's chest, the enormity of what lay ahead making it hard to breathe.

Sleep did not come easily, and when it did, it was filled with dark dreams. He saw the Abyss, its form shifting and warping, pulling at the threads of the Veil until they snapped. The void poured through, consuming everything in its path—cities swallowed by darkness, entire worlds reduced to nothingness.

In his dream, Cole stood alone, his hands outstretched as he tried to hold the threads together. But they slipped through his fingers, unraveling faster than he could weave them back. The pressure built, the cold of the void pressing against his mind, and he could feel the darkness closing in.

"Let go," a voice whispered, soft and insistent. "The void will take everything. You cannot stop it."

Cole's heart raced, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the darkness closed in around him. But even as the void pressed against him, threatening to tear him apart, he stood firm.

"I won't," he whispered, his voice shaking but resolute. "I won't let you win."

The darkness recoiled, and the pressure eased slightly. But the voice remained, a low, dark hum that echoed in the back of his mind.

"You are not strong enough," it whispered. "The Veil is breaking. And when it falls, so will you."

Cole woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. The fire had burned low, and the others were still asleep, their forms huddled beneath blankets as the cold night air pressed in.

He sat up, his mind racing. The dream had felt so real—too real. The void was growing stronger, its presence pressing against the Veil, and it wouldn't stop until it had broken through completely. But Cole wouldn't let that happen. He couldn't.

The Severed were out there, pulling at the threads of reality, trying to weaken the Knots and open the way for the void. But now, they had a plan. They would find the Severed's leader, disrupt their operations, and stop the void from breaking through.

As dawn broke over the mountains, Cole stood, his resolve hardening. The void was coming for them, but they weren't going to back down.

They would fight. And they would win.