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Aurora pulled the silver chain over her chest. The pendant rested beneath her shirt, heavy with its own warmth. A low hum vibrated against her skin whenever she breathed. The air around them tasted like ozone and crushed mint. She stood on the edge of the clearing, her knuckles white against the cold stone beneath her boots. Nyx floated just above the moss, their form shifting between shadow and solidity. The silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of unseen magic. Isolde stepped forward. The ground under her feet remained fresh. We are too deep in the grove, Rory. Aurora looked up. Isolde's lavender eyes caught the dim light filtering through the canopy above. The trees here spiraled in impossible geometries, their bark smooth like polished glass. How far is this from the stone circle? Isolde lifted a hand. A flock of silver-winged moths darted from the shadows. It does not matter where we stand. Only what we find. The wind rippled through the hair on Aurora's arms. It carried a scent of something sweet, like old sugar, mixed with the stench of decay. Nyx leaned closer to Auroras ear. They are not alone in the dark. Aurora felt the hair stand up on her neck. The pendant beneath her shirt pulsed sharply against her ribs. A warning. Do you hear that? Isolde paused mid-step. No footprints scraped across the grass nearby. It is the Veil breathing. It thins here. Aurora reached out, her hand trembling as she touched the nearest tree. The smooth surface felt like living skin under her fingertips. The cold seeped into her palm. Can we go back? We can, but the portal will not open again until we cross the threshold. Isolde's tone was flat. She did not raise her voice. The magic in the air forced her to keep it that way. Nyx's eyes glowed faint violet in the gloom. I saw figures on the horizon. What figures? Ghosts. Or food. It is a matter of perspective in Dymas. I know nothing of Dymas. Then learn quickly. The gluttony there eats memories. Aurora gripped the Fae-Forged Blade in her belt. The iron was cold. It hummed with a rhythm that matched the pendant. She knew this weapon belonged to the Fae Courts. You are not going there alone. The group moved deeper. The path twisted into a series of stairways that defied gravity. We have to walk. Aurora stepped onto the first stair. The wood groaned as she put weight on it. The surface shifted color under her feet, turning from green to brown to grey. The stair was a door. Another one. She placed her hand on the edge. It felt like cold metal. Isolde walked ahead, her pace impossible to match. Watch the shadow walkers. They came from the light. Nyx vanished into the canopy. Only their voice remained, sounding like wind through dry leaves. Left it behind. It follows the tear. Aurora saw Nyx drift into a patch of darkness moving past the railing. She waved a hand through the air and felt a draft sweep against her palm. We need to find the path through. There is no path. Only a destination. Isolde stopped before a wall made of woven light. It shimmered like oil on water. How do I get through? Step through the shadow. The wall rippled, forming an archway. The shadow on the wall moved like water. Aurora looked at the exit point. It opens for the right amount of time. Nyx stepped out from the wall's edge. The shadow receded, leaving a ghostly imprint on the light. Wait. Aurora felt the air change again. The moths stopped. They hovered in mid-air, transforming into slow-moving figures. They are made of ash. They dissolve when I breathe. Aurora inhaled deeply. The ash burned at her throat, turning to smoke. The air is too thick here. It resonates with the magic of the grove. Nyx moved towards the wall. Cooler air followed their form. You are cold. Nyx did not speak. The skin of their body rippled. Their heart was no longer in their ribcage. It was a void in the dark. We are in the Veil. We know that. Then know this. The Veil breaks soon. Winter Solstice will change everything. Aurora stepped through the light. She crossed the threshold with her boots. The other side was a space of white stone. A wall of rock. The white stone did not bow down. It is impossible to climb. Aurora knelt to the ground. The shell of rock was outside this vision. Why is that needed? The grove is the anchor. Without this, the stone walls will fall. Isolde knelt. The feet of the Fae did not touch the ground. The wall is the seal. It keeps the hellbound inside. Aurora stood up. Her heart hammered in her chest. She could feel the stone walls trembling. We do not understand what is holding them back. The shadow of Nyx lifted off the ground. They hovered. The hellbound do not want out. They are the food for Dymas. Isolde looked up. Her silver hair flowed in the wind, though there was no wind here. Then we must open the gates. Aurora touched the wall. The stone cracked. Listen to the cracking. It is the sound of the earth. Nyx pointed up. A figure rose from the cracks. It is a memory. The thing on the ground floated. It was a man, holding a bowl. He was made of smoke. He is eating. Nyx nodded. He is hungry. The smoke man looked like he was trapped in the stone. The man was not a man. The smoke man dug at the stone. He had no hands but he had claws. He cut the stone. The sound of the claws singing. Aurora clenched her fists. The pendant beneath her shirt pulsed with red light. It was a beacon. He is trying to taste the earth. Isolde stood still. Her eyes were closed. The taste of the earth is bitter. Aurora looked at the wall. It is not a wall. It is a stomach. The stone walls were not solid. The stomach ate. The smoke man's grip on the stone tightened. It will swallow us if we stay. Isolde stepped back. Her hair moved like water. Go now. The wall opened. The light was cold. Aurora stepped forward. What is this place? It is the sky turned inside out. Aurora saw the sky. It was not blue. It was a pattern of veins. The veins pulse. It is alive. Aurora's breath caught. Her eyes stung from the light. Nyx flew closer. The sky does not belong to us. Isolde looked at the veins. The sky belongs to the Hel. It is a portal. Aurora grabbed the pendant. It burned against her hand. The corridor leads to the portal. The smoke man lunged. He had claws. Aurora threw the blade. The blade felt heavier than iron. It cut through the mist. Smoke rose from the ground. The flash of light blinded them. The mist breathed. The land gave way. The ground shifted. The sky turned back.