Kael awoke to the sound of distant howls. It was a haunting chorus that seemed to carry on the wind, cutting through the stillness of the Riftlands. His heart quickened, but he forced himself to remain calm. This had become his new normal—constant vigilance, an ever-present threat looming just beyond the horizon.
The crimson mark on his hand glowed faintly in the dim light of the Riftlands' perpetual twilight. He had grown accustomed to the Veil's energy coursing through him, but it still felt alien, as if it didn't truly belong.
"You're awake," Varyn said, his voice low. He stood a few paces away, sharpening his blade. "Good. We don't have time to waste."
Kael sat up, brushing off the thin layer of violet dust that seemed to settle on everything. "What's the plan today? More training?"
Varyn smirked. "Something like that. But first, we're moving. The wraiths aren't the only things drawn to your mark."
Kael frowned. "There's more?"
"The Riftlands are home to countless dangers," Varyn said, sheathing his blade. "Wraiths are just the beginning. There are worse things out there, things that even I wouldn't dare face without a plan."
Kael swallowed hard. "And where are we going?"
"To a place where we might get answers," Varyn replied. "But it's a long journey, and the path won't be easy."
Kael nodded, determination hardening his features. "Then let's get moving."
They set off across the jagged landscape, the ground beneath their feet cracked and uneven. The air was thick with mana, its presence both invigorating and oppressive. Kael could feel it tugging at him, a constant reminder of the power he carried—and the cost it demanded.
As they walked, Varyn spoke, his tone more serious than Kael had heard before. "The place we're heading is called the Shattered Spire. It's a remnant of the old world, a place where the Riftlands bleed into other realms."
"What's there?" Kael asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Knowledge," Varyn said. "And maybe some answers about your mark. But it's also dangerous. The Spire is home to creatures far worse than wraiths, and the Veil's influence is strongest there."
Kael's grip tightened on the crude weapon he had fashioned from a shard of jagged stone. He had grown more confident in his abilities, but the thought of facing something even deadlier than the wraiths made his stomach churn.
"Why is this mark so important?" Kael asked after a moment.
Varyn glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "The Veil doesn't choose Bearers lightly. If you've been marked, it means you're connected to something bigger—something that the Veil itself wants. The question is, why?"
Kael had no answer. He barely understood the Veil, let alone why it had chosen him.
They reached a ridge overlooking a wide valley, its floor covered in an eerie violet mist. In the distance, Kael could make out the silhouette of the Shattered Spire, its jagged form rising like a broken tooth against the horizon.
"That's it," Varyn said, nodding toward the Spire.
Kael stared at the structure, a sense of foreboding settling over him. Even from this distance, he could feel its presence—a dark, pulsing energy that seemed to call to him.
"How far?" Kael asked.
"Far enough," Varyn replied. "We'll camp here for the night and start fresh in the morning. You'll need your strength."
Kael didn't argue. His body was already screaming for rest, and the thought of venturing into the valley in the dark was less than appealing.
As night fell, the temperature plummeted. They huddled close to the fire, the flickering flames offering a small reprieve from the cold.
Kael watched the horizon, his thoughts racing. "Do you think there are others like me?" he asked, breaking the silence.
Varyn didn't look up from the blade he was cleaning. "Bearers? Maybe. But if there are, they're either long dead or far more dangerous than you."
Kael frowned. "What do you mean?"
"The Veil doesn't just grant power—it corrupts," Varyn said. "If you're not careful, it'll twist you into something unrecognizable. Those who survive long enough to master it... they're usually the ones you don't want to meet."
Kael shivered, though it wasn't from the cold.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked after a moment. "What's in it for you?"
Varyn hesitated, his gaze distant. "Let's just say I have my reasons."
It wasn't the answer Kael had hoped for, but he decided not to press. He owed Varyn his life, and for now, that was enough.
The next morning, they descended into the valley. The mist was thicker here, clinging to their skin and muffling the sounds of their footsteps. The air was heavy with mana, and Kael could feel the Veil's energy pressing against him, eager to be unleashed.
"Stay close," Varyn warned, his voice barely above a whisper. "The creatures here are drawn to movement. Keep your steps light and your senses sharp."
Kael nodded, his grip tightening on his weapon.
They moved in silence, their progress slow and deliberate. The landscape was alien, with twisted trees that seemed to grow out of the mist itself. Shadows flickered at the edge of Kael's vision, but whenever he turned to look, there was nothing there.
"Varyn," Kael whispered, his voice trembling. "I think we're being watched."
"I know," Varyn replied, his tone calm but tense. "Don't look back. Keep moving."
Kael forced himself to obey, though every instinct screamed at him to turn and face whatever was stalking them. The pressure in the air grew heavier, and the mark on his hand began to glow faintly, its warmth both comforting and unnerving.
Then, without warning, a low growl rumbled through the mist.
"Run," Varyn said, his voice deadly serious.
Kael didn't need to be told twice. He took off, the sound of Varyn's footsteps close behind. The growls grew louder, joined by the sound of something massive crashing through the undergrowth.
The mist parted ahead, revealing a cluster of jagged rocks that jutted out of the ground like teeth.
"Up there!" Varyn shouted.
Kael scrambled up the rocks, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He reached the top just as a massive shape emerged from the mist—a creature unlike anything he had ever seen.
Its body was covered in black, chitinous armor, and its eyes glowed with a sickly green light. It moved on six legs, each one ending in a razor-sharp claw, and its mouth was a mass of writhing tendrils.
"What the hell is that?!" Kael yelled.
"A Riftbeast," Varyn replied, drawing his blade. "And it's not here to talk."