Within a Hollow Heart - Chapter 140: Volume 2, Chapter 84: "The Road Back"

Chapter 140: Volume 2, Chapter 84: “The Road Back”

The descent from the mountain was slow and treacherous, the rocky terrain made even more perilous by the falling snow. The wind howled relentlessly, carrying with it the promise of an approaching storm. Every step felt like a struggle as the group made their way down the steep path, their bodies weary from the battle they had just fought.

Cole’s mind was a storm of its own, filled with questions and uncertainties. The Severed had nearly succeeded in summoning the ancient being, and while they had managed to stop it for now, the threat loomed larger than ever. The void was growing stronger, more persistent, and it was only a matter of time before the Severed tried again.

Beside him, Elara walked in silence, her eyes focused on the path ahead but her mind clearly elsewhere. The amulet, now dim and lifeless, hung from her belt, a reminder of the battle they had fought. She had used it to sever the connection between the Severed and the Veil, but the strain had been immense. Even now, Cole could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her steps faltered just slightly.

“How are you holding up?” Cole asked, his voice barely audible over the wind.

Elara glanced at him, offering a faint, tired smile. “I’ll be fine. Just need some rest.” She paused, her brow furrowing. “But there’s something about that being… something that’s still bothering me.”

“What do you mean?” Cole pressed, though he had an idea of what she was thinking.

“The power it held, the way it manipulated the Veil… it felt different from anything we’ve faced before,” she said, her voice low. “It wasn’t just the void’s influence. It was something older, more deliberate.”

Cole nodded, his own thoughts echoing hers. “I felt it too. Whatever it is, it’s been waiting, watching. The Severed didn’t just stumble upon it—they’re after something specific.”

“Which means they’ll try again,” Elara said, her voice heavy with resignation. “And next time, we might not be so lucky.”

Cole didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. They both knew the truth—the Severed were relentless, and the void was patient. They had bought themselves some time, but that time was running out.

Ahead of them, Marcus led the way, his sword still at the ready, though the immediate danger had passed. Selene followed close behind, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. Though the battle had been won, neither of them let their guard down. The mountain was treacherous, and the void’s influence could be felt even in the cold wind that whipped through the narrow pass.

As they descended, the storm began to pick up, the snow falling heavier, making visibility difficult. The once clear path was quickly becoming obscured, and each step felt more uncertain than the last.

“We need to find shelter,” Marcus called out over the wind, his voice firm but edged with concern. “The storm’s getting worse.”

“There’s a cave up ahead,” Selene shouted back, pointing toward a dark opening in the rocky mountainside. “We can wait out the worst of it there.”

The group quickened their pace, grateful for the promise of shelter from the biting cold. By the time they reached the cave, the snow was falling in thick sheets, and the wind had turned into a fierce gale, whipping around them with brutal intensity.

Inside the cave, the air was still cold but mercifully free of the howling wind. Marcus set to work quickly, building a small fire with the supplies they had carried with them, while Selene scouted the perimeter, making sure they weren’t followed. Cole helped Elara sit down near the warmth of the fire, her face pale and drawn from exhaustion.

“We’ll rest here until the storm passes,” Marcus said, his voice steady as he fed more wood into the fire. “No sense in risking the climb down in this weather.”

Cole nodded, though his mind was still racing. He couldn’t stop thinking about the ancient being, about the Severed and their plans. Every moment they rested felt like time slipping away—time that the Severed would use to regroup and try again.

Selene returned from her scouting, her expression grim. “The area’s clear, but we need to be careful. The Severed aren’t the only threat out here. The void has a way of drawing in… other things.”

Marcus gave a curt nod, his gaze shifting to the mouth of the cave, where the snow continued to fall in a relentless torrent. “We’ll keep watch. We can’t afford to be caught off guard.”

Cole sat down by the fire, feeling the warmth slowly seep into his bones, but it did little to ease the tension gnawing at him. He stared into the flames, his thoughts swirling like the storm outside.

After a while, Elara spoke, her voice soft but filled with resolve. “When we get back, we need to regroup, gather what we’ve learned about the Severed and their plans. If they’re trying to summon something from the void, something this powerful… we need to be ready.”

“We need more information,” Cole agreed. “The Guardians must have known about this. There has to be something in their records, some clue we’ve missed.”

Elara nodded, though her expression remained troubled. “We’ve only scratched the surface of what the Guardians left behind. The ruins we’ve explored so far are just fragments of their knowledge. There are still other sanctuaries, other archives that we haven’t found yet.”

“Then we’ll find them,” Marcus said, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “If the answers are out there, we’ll get them.”

The fire crackled softly, filling the silence that followed. Outside, the storm raged on, the wind howling like a beast in the night, but inside the cave, there was a sense of quiet determination. They had faced the Severed and survived, but they knew the battle was far from over. The void was growing stronger, and the Severed were more dangerous than ever.

“We should rest while we can,” Marcus said, his voice softer now. “We have a long journey ahead.”

One by one, they settled in for the night, the warmth of the fire offering a brief reprieve from the cold and the weight of their thoughts. Cole lay down near the flames, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, but sleep eluded him.

As he stared at the flickering embers, his mind drifted to the future—the battles that still lay ahead, the Knots that needed to be defended, and the dark force that the Severed sought to unleash.

It was a war they couldn’t afford to lose.

But even as the thought settled over him, a new resolve hardened in his chest. They had faced the Severed and come out victorious. They had held the Veil together, even when it had seemed ready to collapse. They had survived.

And they would do it again.

The fire crackled softly as the storm raged on outside, and for the first time since the battle, Cole allowed himself to close his eyes, letting the warmth of the fire lull him into a restless sleep.

Tomorrow, the fight would continue.