Within a Hollow Heart - Chapter 173: Volume 2, Chapter 117: "Shadows in the Archive"

Chapter 173: Volume 2, Chapter 117: “Shadows in the Archive”

The Severed moved in silence, their dark robes flowing around them like shadows given form. Cole’s heart pounded in his chest, his grip tight around the hilt of his sword. The oppressive air of the Guardian archive seemed to thicken with each step the Severed took, their presence like a black stain on the already decaying ruins.

Elara stood beside him, her eyes narrowed in focus, the Guardian amulet clutched tightly in her hand. She had already begun to weave the threads of the Veil, the faint glimmer of energy flickering between her fingers. Cole could feel it too—the trembling threads, the delicate balance of the Knot within the ruins, barely holding the void at bay.

“There’s no running this time,” Cole muttered under his breath. “We have to stop them.”

Elara nodded, her voice low but resolute. “If they break through here, they’ll destroy everything. The archive, the knowledge—everything.”

The Severed paused just inside the chamber, their glowing eyes fixed on Cole and Elara. For a moment, the air was still, tense, as if the very fabric of reality was holding its breath. Then, one of the Severed stepped forward, their voice a low, rasping whisper that echoed through the room.

“You’re too late,” the Severed hissed, their words dripping with malice. “The void has already taken root. You cannot stop it.”

Cole gritted his teeth, his sword raised in defiance. “We’ll see about that.”

Without another word, the Severed surged forward, their dark energy crackling through the air. Cole moved instinctively, his sword cutting through the shadows as the first Severed lunged toward him. The clash of steel echoed through the chamber, sparks flying as their blades met. The force of the impact sent a shockwave through Cole’s arm, but he held his ground, pushing back with all his strength.

Elara, meanwhile, had already begun weaving the threads of the Veil, her hands moving in intricate patterns as she summoned the power of the Guardian amulet. The air around her shimmered with light, the energy of the Knot pulsing as she reinforced it, trying to keep the void from breaking through.

But the Severed were relentless.

Two more figures advanced, their hands outstretched, dark tendrils of energy curling through the air as they tried to tear at the Veil. The threads trembled, the Knot fraying under the strain. Cole could feel the pressure building, the void pressing against reality, hungry for the chance to break free.

“We can’t hold them off for long!” Cole shouted, his voice strained as he blocked another strike from the Severed.

Elara’s eyes were closed in concentration, her brow furrowed as she fought to maintain control over the Knot. “Just a little longer,” she whispered, her voice tight with effort. “I’m almost there.”

But the Severed weren’t going to give them the time they needed. One of the cloaked figures broke off from the fight, their dark energy swirling around them as they moved toward the center of the room—toward the archive.

“No!” Cole yelled, his heart lurching as he realized their intention. If the Severed reached the archive, they could destroy the records—the only chance they had to stop the unraveling of the Knots.

With a burst of adrenaline, Cole broke free from his opponent and sprinted across the chamber, his sword raised high. The Severed reached the pedestal just as Cole brought his blade down, the steel cutting through the dark energy that surrounded them. The Severed staggered back, their glowing eyes flickering with anger.

“You cannot stop what has already begun,” they rasped, their voice filled with cold certainty.

Cole ignored the words, his focus razor-sharp as he pressed the attack. His sword cut through the air with deadly precision, driving the Severed back toward the edge of the room. But even as he fought, he could feel the void creeping closer, the air growing colder with each passing second.

Behind him, Elara let out a cry of frustration, her voice strained as the threads of the Veil flickered and trembled. “The Knot is weakening!” she shouted. “I need more time!”

“We’re running out of time!” Cole yelled, his sword clashing with the Severed’s blade once more.

The energy in the room was reaching a breaking point, the pressure of the void pressing against the walls of reality. The Severed were relentless, their dark power feeding off the fraying Knot, growing stronger with each moment that passed.

Then, with a sudden burst of light, Elara unleashed the full power of the Guardian amulet. The energy rippled through the air, the threads of the Veil pulling together, reinforcing the Knot with a surge of strength. The light spread through the room, washing over the Severed like a tidal wave.

The dark figures recoiled, their voices rising in a cacophony of hisses and screeches as the light burned through their energy. The air seemed to vibrate with the force of the Knot’s stabilization, the frayed threads pulling taut once more.

Cole seized the moment, his sword flashing as he struck down the nearest Severed, their form dissolving into shadow as the void’s grip was torn away. The remaining figures staggered, their dark energy faltering as Elara’s light continued to pulse through the chamber.

“Now!” Cole shouted, his voice filled with determination. “Finish it!”

Elara raised the amulet high, her eyes blazing with power as she channeled the energy into the Knot. The air shimmered, the Veil trembling as it reformed, the threads weaving together in a final, desperate effort to hold the void at bay.

The Severed let out a final, agonized scream as their connection to the void was severed, their forms collapsing into nothingness as the light consumed them. The room fell silent, the crackling energy dissipating as the Knot stabilized at last.

Cole stood in the center of the room, his chest heaving with exhaustion, his sword still clutched in his hand. The Severed were gone, their dark presence erased from the archive, but the weight of the battle still hung heavily over him.

“We did it,” Elara whispered, her voice barely audible as she lowered the amulet, her hands trembling from the strain of the fight.

Cole nodded, though the victory felt hollow. They had secured the archive, saved the knowledge that could help them stop the unraveling of the Knots, but the Severed weren’t finished. This was only one battle in a much larger war.

“We have what we need,” Elara said, her voice stronger now. “The records—everything the Guardians knew about the Knots and the void—it’s all here.”

“But we’re not safe yet,” Cole replied, his eyes scanning the room. “The Severed won’t stop. They’ll come for us again.”

Elara nodded, her expression grim. “Then we’ll be ready.”

As they gathered the ancient scrolls and texts from the archive, Cole’s mind raced with thoughts of the journey ahead. They had the knowledge now—the key to stopping the Severed and saving the Veil—but the path before them was treacherous.

The void was always watching, waiting for its chance to strike.

And this time, it wouldn’t wait for long.