The mist of the Veil still clung to Aarav's clothes as he followed Riya deeper into the distorted cityscape. Floating buildings cast warped reflections on the puddles below, and shadows whispered from alleys that shouldn't exist.
"This is insane," Aarav muttered.
Riya didn't answer immediately. Instead, she led him to a narrow square where two figures awaited. One was tall and muscular, with silver hair and eyes like molten gold; the other small and nimble, her short black hair sticking up like spikes.
"This is Kael and Mira," Riya said. "They're Veilkeepers too. You'll need allies if you hope to survive."
Aarav nodded, nerves knotting in his stomach. Before he could speak, the air shifted—the shadows thickened, and a low, guttural growl echoed through the square.
From the darkness, a massive Wraith-Born emerged, its limbs jagged, skin like cracked obsidian. Its eyes glowed red, and it moved with terrifying speed.
"First lesson," Riya said, stepping forward. Silver flames coiled around her arms. "Fear is your enemy. Focus."
Kael leaped, twin blades flashing, carving through the creature's shadowy form. Mira darted to Aarav's side, tossing him a small dagger pulsing with faint violet energy.
Aarav's heart raced. He felt the Seal burn on his wrist, warmth spreading into his veins. Instinctively, he thrust his hand forward. A wave of silver energy erupted, throwing the Wraith-Born backward.
Riya smiled. "Not bad. That Seal… it's responding to you. But control it, or it'll consume you."
The creature roared and charged again, faster this time. Aarav glanced at Kael and Mira, seeing determination mirrored in their eyes. He realized survival wasn't just about fighting—it was about trust, instinct, and embracing the Veil he never knew existed.
The first battle had begun, and there was no turning back.