THE DANCE OF THE UNSEEN

Isaac moved like a shadow. Slipping between broken pillars and crumbling walls as the wraiths pursued him.

They were fast.

But he was faster.

A twisted claw lashed out, Isaac ducked.

A blur of flickering darkness lunged from the side, he vaulted over a collapsed column.

Every movement was precise, every step placed with absolute intention.

He wasn’t just running.

He was leading them away.

He twisted sharply. Then looked forward only to be met with a sudden drop ahead.

Without hesitation, Isaac leapt into the void.

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THE DESCENT INTO BLACKVEIL

For a brief moment,

Weightlessness.

Then..

His boots slammed into a slanted rooftop. Momentum carrying him forward as he slid down the cracked stone surface.

Behind him, the wraiths screeched, too slow to react.

Isaac leapt from the edge, twisting midair before landing silently on a lower ledge.

The wraiths swirled above, but he was already gone.

He exhaled, adjusting his cloak as he scanned his surroundings.

The ruins here were older, untouched.

Massive stone doors loomed ahead, their surfaces engraved with unfamiliar symbols.

This was it.

He was getting closer.

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SIGNS OF THE HOLLOW

Isaac stepped carefully through the ruins, his fingers brushing against the aged stone.

This place was different.

Not just in structure, but in feeling.

The air was thicker. Heavier.

Like something was watching.

Then he saw it. Etched into the wall.

A single word.

A name.

Veyra.

Isaac’s masked face tilted slightly.

“So you really were here.”

The legends weren’t just stories.

Veyra the Hollow had existed.

And now, he had proof.

The real question was...

Where did she go?

And more importantly…

Why had she been erased?