Within a Hollow Heart - Chapter 145: Volume 2, Chapter 89: "Veil of Shadows"

Chapter 145: Volume 2, Chapter 89: “Veil of Shadows”

The void energy that flooded the chamber was thick, nearly tangible, suffocating the air around them. Cole’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the figure that had emerged from the swirling darkness. It was unlike anything they had faced before—its form constantly shifting, as though it existed halfway between reality and the void itself. Its glowing eyes pierced through the gloom, locking onto them with a malevolent intent.

Marcus stepped forward, his sword gleaming faintly in the dim light. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

The figure tilted its head, the motion slow and deliberate, as if it was savoring the moment. Its voice echoed through the chamber again, dark and twisted. “You’ve come too far. The Knot is unraveling. There’s no escape.”

Elara stood frozen beside the pedestal, her eyes wide with shock. “It’s… it’s a fragment of the void itself,” she whispered. “A sentient one.”

Cole’s stomach twisted as the weight of her words sank in. They had fought Severed before, people who had given themselves over to the void, but this… this was something else entirely. This was the void given form, a fragment of the darkness that sought to tear reality apart.

“We don’t have time for this,” Selene said sharply, drawing her blade. “We need to move, before it tears the Veil apart.”

The void fragment took a step forward, and the chamber trembled, cracks splintering across the walls as the energy of the void seeped deeper into the structure. The Knot that they had worked so hard to protect was now in immediate danger, and Cole could feel the threads of the Veil weakening with every passing second.

“We can’t fight this thing head-on,” Marcus said, his voice tight with urgency. “We need to lure it away from the Knot—get it out of here so Elara can stabilize the map and figure out where the next Knot is.”

Cole’s mind raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he quickly weighed their options. The fragment was powerful, more powerful than anything they had faced before. But if they stayed here, the Knot would collapse, and the void would flood into the world, unchecked.

“Cole!” Marcus shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts. “We need to move!”

The fragment lashed out, dark tendrils of void energy snaking through the air, aimed directly at them. Without thinking, Cole dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike as the tendrils slammed into the ground where he had been standing. The impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, and the floor cracked beneath his feet.

“We can’t let it destroy the archive!” Elara cried, her voice filled with desperation.

Selene moved quickly, engaging the fragment with a flurry of precise strikes, her blade flashing as she deflected the void tendrils that lashed out at her. Marcus joined the fray, his sword cutting through the darkness with brute force, each strike driving the fragment back, inch by inch.

But the fragment was relentless. Every time they landed a blow, its form shifted, reforming from the void energy that surrounded it. It was as if the creature was made entirely of darkness, impossible to wound, impossible to destroy.

“We can’t keep this up!” Selene shouted, her voice strained as she deflected another strike. “It’s feeding off the void energy in the Knot!”

Elara’s hands trembled as she pulled out the amulet, her eyes fixed on the map. “If I can stabilize the Knot, we can cut off its connection to the void. But I need time!”

Cole knew what he had to do. Without hesitation, he charged toward the fragment, drawing its attention away from Marcus and Selene. The fragment’s glowing eyes locked onto him, and he could feel the pull of the void intensify, dragging at the edges of his mind, trying to tear him apart from the inside.

“Come on!” Cole shouted, his voice filled with a mix of fear and defiance. “Come after me!”

The fragment responded with a screech, its tendrils lashing out in a deadly arc. Cole ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding the attack as he moved further away from the pedestal, luring the creature toward the far side of the chamber. His heart pounded in his chest, every muscle in his body screaming with the effort of keeping ahead of the void’s relentless assault.

“Elara, now!” Marcus shouted, blocking another strike as he covered Cole’s retreat.

Elara’s eyes glowed faintly as she focused on the Knot, her hands moving rapidly as she wove the threads of the Veil together. The amulet pulsed with energy, amplifying her connection to the Knot, but the strain was evident in her face. Stabilizing the Knot was taking every ounce of her strength.

“We’re running out of time,” Selene said, her voice tight as she joined Cole, her sword raised defensively. “That thing is getting stronger by the second.”

Cole could feel it too. The void fragment was drawing power from the Knot, its form becoming more solid, more dangerous. If they didn’t sever its connection soon, it would overwhelm them all.

“Just a little longer!” Elara cried, her voice filled with desperation. “I’m almost there!”

Cole and Selene exchanged a glance, their silent understanding clear. They had to hold the line, no matter what. With a nod, they charged at the fragment together, their blades slicing through the void tendrils as they fought to keep the creature at bay.

But the void was relentless. It twisted and shifted, its tendrils moving with unnatural speed as it lashed out at them from every angle. Cole could feel the darkness closing in around him, the oppressive weight of the void pressing down on his mind.

And then, with a final surge of energy, Elara’s voice rang out.

“I’ve got it!”

The Knot pulsed, its threads snapping into place as Elara completed the weave. The connection between the void fragment and the Knot was severed, and the creature let out a deafening screech, its form flickering as the energy that sustained it was cut off.

Cole watched in stunned silence as the fragment began to collapse, its dark form unraveling as it was pulled back into the void. The chamber trembled one last time, and then, with a final shudder, the void energy dissipated, leaving only the faint hum of the stabilized Knot behind.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Cole stood frozen, his chest heaving with exertion as he processed what had just happened. The void fragment was gone, defeated by the severing of its connection to the Knot. But the cost had been high—Elara was slumped against the pedestal, barely conscious, and Marcus and Selene were both nursing injuries from the fierce battle.

“We… we did it,” Cole whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.

Marcus sheathed his sword, his face grim but relieved. “For now.”

Selene wiped the blood from her blade, her eyes scanning the chamber for any lingering threats. “That thing was stronger than anything we’ve faced before. If there are more like it…”

“We’ll be ready,” Marcus said firmly. “We have to be.”

Elara stirred, her voice weak but determined. “The Knot… it’s stable. But we need to move quickly. The Severed know we’re here, and they won’t stop until every Knot is unraveled.”

Cole nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of their victory. They had stopped the void fragment this time, but the war was far from over. The Severed were still out there, tearing at the fabric of reality, and the void was always waiting, just beyond the edges of the Veil.

As they left the archive behind, the shadows of the forest closed in around them once more. The path ahead was uncertain, but there was no turning back. They had come too far to stop now.

The void was waiting.

And they would be ready.