Chapter 122: Volume 2, Chapter 66: “Threads of the Forgotten”

Chapter 122: Volume 2, Chapter 66: “Threads of the Forgotten” Morning broke with a heavy fog settling over the mountains, thick and cold as it rolled through the valleys. The sun was barely a suggestion behind the veil of mist, casting the landscape in a dull gray light. Cole stood at the edge of their camp, looking out over the ridge ahead. The sanctuary was still days away, but the weight of their mission seemed to press heavier with each step they took.

Marcus was already awake, sharpening his blade by the fire, his eyes narrowed in concentration. Selene stood a short distance away, stretching and preparing for the day's journey. Elara sat cross-legged near the dying embers, the orb of the Guardians resting in her lap as she studied it in the weak morning light.

"We need to keep moving," Marcus said without looking up. "The sanctuary is still far, and I don't trust that we're alone out here."

Selene gave a small nod of agreement. "The Severed are still out there. Even if they don't know what we're after, they'll want to stop us."

Cole tightened the straps of his pack, glancing toward Elara. "Do you think we'll find something useful at the sanctuary? Something that can help us understand what's happening?"

Elara didn't answer immediately, her gaze fixed on the orb in her lap. After a long moment, she looked up, her expression serious. "I hope so. The Guardians didn't just build these sanctuaries to protect knowledge—they built them as a way to study the Veil, to understand its deeper connections. If there's anything that explains the presence we felt, it'll be there."

Cole felt a shiver run down his spine. The presence they had sensed near the Knot—the ancient, unknowable force that had stirred beneath the surface—still lingered in his mind. It had been too powerful, too real to ignore. Whatever it was, it wasn't just a remnant of the void. It was something older, something far more dangerous.

"We can't afford to waste time," Marcus said, standing and sheathing his blade. "The Severed are relentless, and they know we've been disrupting their plans. The longer we stay in one place, the more vulnerable we are."

The group packed up quickly, the tension in the air palpable. The fog clung to them as they made their way through the narrow mountain pass, the path treacherous and uneven. The rocky cliffs on either side loomed like silent guardians, their jagged edges cutting into the sky. The mist wrapped around them, obscuring the way forward and muting the sounds of their footsteps.

As they moved, Cole kept his senses alert, the hum of the Veil ever-present at the edge of his awareness. He could feel the threads vibrating faintly, their tension growing with each step they took. It was as if the Veil itself was warning them, urging them to be cautious.

"Elara," Cole said quietly, falling into step beside her, "what exactly did the Guardians know about the creation of the Veil? You mentioned before that they believed it was more than just a barrier."

Elara glanced at him, her brow furrowed in thought. "The Guardians believed that the Veil was woven by an ancient force—something far older than the void. They saw it as a construct, something created to protect the world from the void's influence. But even they didn't fully understand its origins."

"Do you think the thing we felt near the Knot—could that be connected to the force that created the Veil?" Cole asked, his voice low, almost afraid to voice the question.

Elara's expression grew troubled. "It's possible. If the Veil was created to protect the world, then whatever power was used to weave it might still be connected to it. But if that power is waking up now... it could mean that the Veil is failing in ways we don't fully understand."

Cole felt a chill creep through him. The idea that the very fabric of reality was unravelling, that the force that had created the Veil was stirring, was terrifying. They had been focused on stopping the void, but now it seemed like the problem was much larger than they had imagined.

"We'll know more once we reach the sanctuary," Elara continued, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. "The Guardians were searching for answers, just like we are. If they found anything, it'll be there."

The path ahead was steep and narrow, the rocky terrain making their progress slow and difficult. As they climbed higher into the mountains, the fog grew thicker, obscuring the view of the valley below. The wind howled through the cliffs, carrying with it a faint, eerie sound that made the hairs on the back of Cole's neck stand on end.

"Do you hear that?" Selene asked, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade as she glanced around warily.

Cole strained his ears, but the wind seemed to carry only the faintest of whispers—too indistinct to make out.

"It's probably just the wind," Marcus said, though his eyes were sharp, scanning the fog for any sign of movement. "Let's keep moving. We can't afford to stop now."

They pressed on, the sound of their footsteps muffled by the thick fog. The path wound higher, the incline growing steeper with each step. Cole's breath came in short, sharp bursts, his muscles burning with the effort. The air grew thinner as they ascended, the wind whipping through the narrow pass with increasing ferocity.

Suddenly, the path leveled out, and they found themselves standing at the edge of a wide plateau. The fog parted slightly, revealing the crumbling remains of an ancient structure—what could only be the sanctuary they had been searching for.

"There it is," Elara whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and relief.

The sanctuary was a massive, stone structure, its walls weathered by time and the elements. The entrance was partially collapsed, the once-grand archway now little more than a pile of rubble. But beyond the debris, Cole could see the faint glow of something deep within the structure—a pulsing light, like the heartbeat of the Veil itself.

"Let's move carefully," Marcus said, stepping forward and motioning for the others to follow. "We don't know what's waiting for us inside."

The group approached the entrance cautiously, their eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. The wind had died down, and the eerie silence that followed was almost worse. The sense of being watched returned, stronger now, as if the very walls of the sanctuary were aware of their presence.

Cole's heart raced as they stepped through the crumbling archway, the air growing colder as they ventured deeper into the sanctuary. The stone walls were lined with faded carvings, ancient symbols that seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering light of their torches.

"This place feels... wrong," Selene muttered, her eyes darting around as if expecting something to leap out at them from the shadows.

Elara moved toward the center of the chamber, her gaze fixed on the glowing light that pulsed faintly from the far end of the room. "It's not wrong—it's ancient. The Guardians built this place to study the Veil, to understand its deeper connections. That light... it's tied to the very heart of the Veil."

Cole followed her gaze, his pulse quickening as he took in the sight of the pulsing light. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once, a soft, ethereal glow that seemed to pulse in time with the beat of his own heart.

"Elara, what is that?" Marcus asked, his voice tense.

Elara's eyes widened slightly as she approached the light, her hand reaching out cautiously. "It's a fragment... not of the void, but of the Veil itself. The Guardians must have kept it here, studying it, trying to understand its connection to the world."

Cole's breath caught in his throat as he watched the light pulse, the energy it emitted humming faintly in his ears. It was mesmerizing, drawing him in, making him want to reach out and touch it.

"Elara, be careful," Marcus warned, his voice sharp with concern.

Elara nodded, her fingers brushing lightly over the edge of the glowing fragment. "This... this might be the key to understanding what we've been fighting. The Guardians believed that the Veil wasn't just a barrier—it was alive, in a way. It's possible that this fragment holds the answers we've been searching for."

Cole's heart pounded as he stepped closer, the hum of the fragment growing louder in his ears. The light seemed to pulse faster now, as if responding to their presence.

But as they drew nearer, the ground beneath them began to tremble, a deep, rumbling sound echoing through the chamber.

"Elara, something's happening!" Selene shouted, her hand gripping the hilt of her blade.

The light flared, and the walls of the sanctuary seemed to shift, the ancient symbols glowing faintly as the fragment's energy surged.

"We need to leave!" Marcus yelled, pulling Elara back from the fragment as the trembling grew more intense. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But it was too late.

The ground cracked beneath their feet, and the sanctuary trembled as if the very foundation of the Veil itself was shaking. The pulsing light flared one last time, and a deafening roar echoed through the chamber.

Then everything went dark.