Chapter 120: Volume 2, Chapter 64: “Echoes of the Abyss”

Chapter 120: Volume 2, Chapter 64: “Echoes of the Abyss” The silence that followed was almost more unsettling than the battle itself. The air felt still, unnaturally so, as if the very world was holding its breath. Cole's chest rose and fell heavily, his body still trembling from the effort of the fight. Around him, Marcus, Selene, and Elara stood motionless, their eyes locked on the central Knot, which still pulsed weakly in the distance.

Though the Severed were gone, their dark presence had left its mark. The threads of the Veil around the Knot were still fraying, trembling under the weight of the void's influence. It wasn't stable—not yet. Sёarch* The nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"We bought ourselves time, but the Knot is still on the brink," Elara said quietly, her voice breaking the eerie silence. Her eyes were fixed on the pulsing threads, her brow furrowed with worry. "It's weak. The Severed's influence has done too much damage."

Cole swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Can we fix it?"

Elara hesitated, her fingers brushing lightly over the glowing orb in her hand. "I... I don't know. The Severed were pulling at it for too long. The threads are frayed beyond recognition. It might be too late."

Marcus stepped forward, his face set in grim determination. "It's not too late. It can't be. We've come this far. There has to be a way."

Selene sheathed her blade, her sharp gaze flicking between Elara and the Knot. "If there's a chance, we have to try. We can't let the void win."

Elara nodded slowly, though the uncertainty in her eyes remained. "I'll do what I can. But we'll need to be careful. If we make a mistake, the Knot could collapse entirely. The void could break through."

Cole felt a cold chill creep down his spine. The void had already pressed so hard against the edges of reality—if it broke through now, after everything they'd fought for, there would be no stopping it. The Veil would tear apart, and the world would be consumed.

"Elara," Cole said quietly, stepping closer to her. "If anyone can fix this, it's you. You know the Veil better than anyone."

Elara looked up at him, her expression softening slightly, though the tension still lingered in her eyes. "I'll need your help. The threads are fragile, and we need to reinforce them quickly. The orb will give us the power to stabilize it, but we'll need to move in sync."

Cole nodded, determination settling over him like a weight. "Whatever it takes."

The four of them moved closer to the central Knot, the faint light of the orb casting long shadows across the desolate valley. The Knot pulsed weakly, its threads trembling and frayed, the dark energy of the void pressing against it like a storm trying to break through.

"Elara, you take the lead," Marcus said, his voice steady despite the growing tension. "We'll follow your command."

Elara closed her eyes, her fingers tightening around the orb. "I'm going to reach out to the Knot, but you need to be ready. The void's still pressing against it. The moment we start, it will fight back."

Cole's heart raced as he took his place beside Elara, his mind reaching for the threads of the Veil. The familiar hum of the Veil's energy pulsed faintly beneath the surface of his awareness, but it felt weaker now, like a web stretched too thin.

"We're ready," Cole said, his voice barely a whisper.

Elara raised the orb, her eyes glowing faintly as she channeled its energy into the Knot. The threads around them shimmered, their weak, frayed edges trembling as the orb's light touched them. Cole could feel the pull of the void intensify, its dark energy pressing harder against the Knot, like a wave crashing against a fragile dam.

"Elara, now!" Marcus shouted, his sword drawn as he stood ready to defend them from any sudden attack.

Elara's eyes snapped open, and with a surge of power, she wove the energy of the orb into the threads, pulling them tight, reinforcing the Knot with every movement of her hands. Cole followed her lead, his mind reaching for the trembling strands, guiding them back into place, weaving them together in a delicate balance.

The Knot pulsed brighter, its frayed edges knitting together slowly, but the void wasn't letting go. The dark energy pressed harder, the pressure building with each passing moment.

"Elara, the void's pushing through!" Selene warned, her blade flashing as she glanced at the shadows shifting at the edge of the valley.

"I'm trying!" Elara shouted, her voice strained with the effort. "It's too strong! I need more time!"

Cole gritted his teeth, his mind racing as he pulled harder on the threads, weaving them as quickly as he could. The pressure was building, the void pressing relentlessly against the Knot. His head pounded, his vision blurring as the energy of the Veil hummed in his ears.

But then, something shifted.

A new force, one that Cole hadn't felt before, surged through the Knot. It wasn't the void, but it wasn't the familiar energy of the Veil either. It was something darker, something ancient and powerful, pushing against the threads from the other side.

"Elara, something's wrong," Cole said, his voice tight with fear. "There's something else here."

Elara's eyes widened in alarm. "What do you mean? What do you feel?"

Cole's pulse quickened as he reached deeper into the Knot, trying to sense the new presence. It was faint, like a whisper on the wind, but it was there, lurking just beneath the surface.

"It's not the void," Cole said, his voice trembling. "It's something else—something pulling at the Knot from the other side."

Marcus's eyes narrowed. "Is it the Severed?"

"No," Cole replied, shaking his head. "It's older. Stronger."

Elara's face went pale, her hands trembling as she struggled to keep the Knot stable. "That can't be. The only thing older than the void is—"

Before she could finish, the ground beneath them trembled, a deep, rumbling sound echoing through the valley. The Knot pulsed violently, the threads fraying once more as the dark presence surged against it, tearing at the delicate balance they had been trying so desperately to maintain.

"Elara, what's happening?" Selene shouted, her voice filled with panic.

Elara's face was filled with horror as she looked at Cole. "The Knot is connected to something... something older than the Veil. I don't know how, but it's waking up."

The air around them grew colder, the pressure of the void intensifying as the dark presence pushed harder against the Knot. The threads were unraveling faster now, and no matter how hard they pulled, the Knot was falling apart.

"Cole, we have to stop!" Elara cried, her voice trembling with fear. "If we keep pushing, it's going to tear the Veil apart!"

Cole's heart raced, his mind spinning as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. The void wasn't their only enemy—there was something else, something ancient and dangerous, lurking just beneath the surface of reality.

"Then what do we do?" Marcus shouted, his voice tight with urgency.

"We need to pull back," Elara said, her hands trembling as she released her hold on the Knot. "If we keep pushing, we'll only make it worse."

Cole's breath came in ragged gasps as he let go of the threads, his body trembling with exhaustion. The Knot pulsed weakly, the dark presence still pressing against it, but for now, it seemed to have stabilized—just barely.

"What was that?" Cole asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Elara shook her head, her face pale with fear. "I don't know. But whatever it is, it's been tied to the Veil for longer than we can imagine. The void is one thing, but this... this is something else entirely."

Marcus's face was set in grim determination. "Then we need to find out what it is. If the Severed are using this thing to tear the Knots apart, we're in more trouble than we thought."

Cole nodded, though the fear still gnawed at him. They had been fighting the void for so long, but now it seemed like they were up against something far darker—something that had been hidden beneath the surface of reality for centuries, waiting for its chance to break free.

And if they couldn't stop it, the void would be the least of their problems.