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Aurora slipped the silver chain of the Heartstone Pendant under her shirt, feeling the faint warmth press against her ribs. The deep crimson gem throbbed a heartbeat, as if listening for something beyond the park’s familiar hum. Nyx hovered at the edge of the clearing, their violet eyes flickering like candlelight caught in a draft. A soft whisper drifted from them, carried on a wind that seemed to bend around the ancient oak stones. “It feels like the world is holding its breath,” Nyx murmured, voice barely louder than rustling leaves. Aurora’s gaze lingered on the stones, each one a smooth, dark monolith etched with runes that pulsed faintly under the moon’s silver. She traced a finger over a rune, the skin of her wrist brushing the scar that curved like a crescent moon on her left wrist. The scar tingled, a reminder of a childhood accident that once stole her breath. “Stone circles never lie,” Isolde said, stepping into the glow of the wildflowers that seemed to bloom in perpetual spring. Her silver hair caught the moonlight, making her appear as a river of light. She spoke in a rhythm that felt like riddles, each word a puzzle piece. “The veil thins where the moon kisses the earth, and the night watches the unseen.” Aurora tilted her head, eyes bright blue reflecting the amber sky above. “What do you see, Isolde?” Isolde smiled, a faint curve that never touched her eyes. “A doorway wrapped in scent, a breath that smells of rain on stone. Follow the scent, and the path will reveal itself.” The air shifted, and a low hum rose from the ground, resonating through the soles of Aurora’s shoes. She could hear the faint clink of silver, like distant bells, and the subtle rustle of leaves that seemed to whisper secrets. Nyx slipped between the stones, their shadowy form dissolving into darkness, then coalescing again as if testing the limits of the space. “My foot lands on nothing, yet I feel the earth,” Nyx said, the words barely forming a ripple in the air. Aurora’s pulse quickened, the Heartstone’s glow intensifying, a soft red flare that painted her cheekbones. She reached for the Fae‑Forged Blade tucked in her satchel, its moonsilver surface cold to the touch. The dagger sang a faint note as she unsheathed it, a sound like a distant wind chime. “The blade sings in the night,” Isolde observed, eyes never leaving the ancient stones. “It knows the walls that bind worlds.” Aurora angled the dagger toward a low wall of vines that twisted around a stone archway. The vines shivered under the blade’s edge, parting like curtains. A narrow passage opened, revealing a tunnel of violet light that pulsed with the same faint glow as Nyx’s eyes. “The Veil is thin here,” Nyx whispered, voice echoing off the unseen walls. “You can see the seam between worlds.” A low, resonant hum filled the tunnel, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the bones. Aurora felt the cool breath of the tunnel on her face, a scent of ozone and wet stone. The Heartstone pulsed in rhythm, a heartbeat syncing with the tunnel’s song. “Do we go deeper?” Aurora asked, her voice steady despite the strange feeling that crawled up her spine. Isolde’s gaze fixed on the violet light, the lavender mist of her eyes shifting like liquid. “The path chooses the seeker. The seeker must choose the path.” Nyx drifted forward, their form flickering between solid and mist. Their outline blurred as they entered the tunnel, leaving behind a faint trail of violet light that lingered like a memory. The tunnel widened into a cavern, walls lined with crystals that refracted the violet glow into cascades of color. The floor was covered in a carpet of moss that glowed faintly, each blade pulsing with a soft green light. In the center stood a pool of water, still as glass, reflecting the swirling colors above. Aurora knelt beside the pool, her reflection merging with the strange light. She could see the faint outline of a doorway beyond the water, a portal framed by twisting vines and blooming nightflowers that emitted a perfume of sweet decay. “The portal… it looks like a mouth waiting to be fed,” Isolde mused, her voice a lyrical lilt that seemed to echo off the cavern walls. Nyx’s form dissolved into mist, drifting over the water’s surface, rippling the reflection. “The mouth opens for those who carry the heart that beats with flame.” Aurora lifted the Heartstone, the crimson gem now glowing a brighter scar, casting a warm light across the pool. The water trembled, and a ripple spread outward, distorting the reflections until a figure emerged—a silhouette of a man with a crown of thorns, his eyes hollow yet burning. “Prince Belphegor,” Nyx whispered, the name hanging in the air like a warning. “He watches the feast of gluttony.” Isolde’s hand brushed a wildflower that grew along the cavern wall, its petals shimmering with an inner luminescence. “He feeds on those who linger too long, who sip the excess without restraint.” Aurora felt the weight of the dagger in her hand, its cold bite a reminder of the Fae Courts’ promise. She pressed the blade against the pool’s edge, the metal humming in response, sending a crack of light across the cavern. “The blade can cut through wards,” Aurora said, her voice low, “but can it cut the hunger that drives him?” Nyx shifted, their form becoming more solid, eyes glowing brighter. “The hunger is a fire that burns within the Veil. It fears nothing that burns brighter.” Aurora’s eyes narrowed, the scar on her wrist catching a sliver of the pool’s light. She drew the dagger, its moonsilver edge reflecting the violet and green cascade. With a swift motion, she sliced through the water’s surface, a thin line of light cutting the reflection. The water erupted, sending droplets into the air, each droplet catching the violet light and turning into a miniature star that fell toward the cavern ceiling. The stars settled, forming a constellations that seemed to rearrange themselves, mapping a route beyond the portal. “The stars have shifted,” Isolde noted, her voice a hushed chant. “They guide the seeker through the feast.” Nyx hovered near the portal, their shadow stretching across the vines. “The portal opens only for those who carry the heart of the feast and the blade of the night.” Aurora stepped toward the portal, the Heartstone’s glow now a steady ember against her chest. She could feel the pull of the portal, a magnetic tug that resonated with the scar on her wrist, as if the wound itself recognized the ancient magic. “The veil trembles,” Isolde warned, her eyes scanning the cavern’s perimeter. “Time folds inside, and outside it drips like rain.” Aurora glanced at Nyx, whose form flickered like a candle in a draft. “Do we cross together?” Nyx’s whisper rustled like leaves. “We walk as shadows, but the night is ours.” The portal’s vines quivered, parting further, revealing a hallway of endless banquet tables laden with dishes that glimmered with otherworldly hue. The scent of spices, sweet fruits, and something metallic hung in the air, a perfume that made Aurora’s stomach churn with both hunger and dread. The tables stretched beyond sight, each dish a masterpiece of culinary excess—golden loaves that seemed to pulse, crystal fruits that sang when bitten, and platters of meat that glistened with a sheen of fire. In the distance, a faint clattering of silverware echoed like distant bells. “Feast of gluttony,” Nyx murmured, voice a low hum that merged with the clatter. Isolde’s lips curled, a faint smile that never reached her eyes. “The feast never ends for those who never fill.” Aurora felt the pulse of the Heartstone sync with the rhythm of the banquet, a low thrum that echoed in her bones. She lifted the blade, its cold edge reflecting the banquet’s glow, and felt a surge of resolve. “The blade will carve a path,” Aurora said, her voice steady. “The heart will guide us.” She stepped onto the first table, the surface cool under her boots, the dishes shivering as if alive. The taste of a golden loaf brushed her tongue, sweet and heavy, a reminder of the sin of gluttony that ruled this realm. She swallowed, feeling the weight of the excess settle in her stomach, a heaviness that threatened to anchor her. Nyx drifted beside her, their form merging with the shadows cast by the lanterns that hung from unseen ceilings. “Do not let the feast fill you,” Nyx warned, their voice a whisper that brushed Aurora’s ear like a cool breeze. Aurora’s scar tingled, a reminder of past injury, and she pressed the dagger to the table’s edge. The metal sliced a thin slice of the golden loaf, and a bright pulse of violet light erupted, cutting through the veil of indulgence. “The veil cracks,” Isolde observed, eyes alight with a mixture of wonder and caution. “The feast cannot feast on the unyielding.” As the blade cut, the dessert shivered, turning to ash that drifted away like smoke. The banquet’s glow dimmed, and the sound of clattering silverware softened to a gentle hum. The portal beyond the tables seemed to widen, a dark maw awaiting the brave. Aurora glanced at her companions, the Heartstone’s ember glowing brighter against her chest, Nyx’s violet eyes reflecting the flickering light, Isolde’s silver hair catching the last of the violet cascade. “The path is clear,” Aurora said, her voice steady, “but the feast still lingers.” Nyx’s shape wavered, their whisper a promise. “We walk together, and the darkness will not swallow us.” Isolde raised her hand, a faint lavender light surrounding her fingers. “The stone does not speak of endings, only of journeys.” The trio stepped forward, their shadows merging into one as they approached the portal. The vines seemed to pulse, alive with a heartbeat that matched Aurora’s own. The air grew cooler, the scent of the banquet fading into a fresh, crisp breath of night. As they crossed the threshold, the Heartstone’s glow flared, casting a warm aura that seemed to push against the darkness. The portal’s edge rippled, a shimmering distortion that flickered like a mirage. Aurora felt the veil thin further, the boundary between worlds a thin sheet that trembled under their weight. Nyx’s form dissolved into a spray of violet particles, scattering into the night, leaving a faint trail that lingered like a memory. Isolde’s voice rose, a melodic chant that resonated with the cavern’s stone. “The veil watches, the night listens, the heart beats.” The group entered the realm beyond, the world shifting beneath their feet, the sound of distant drums echoing through unseen halls. The Heartstone’s pulse steadied, its ember a steadfast guide as they vanished into the unknown.