The dust had barely settled in the hidden chamber beneath Val'Haren, but the weight of what had just happened hung heavy in the air.
Argolaith, Kaelred, and Malakar stood among the shattered remnants of the Veiled Order's underground hideout, their minds racing with the knowledge they had just uncovered.
Argolaith was not supposed to exist.
The Grand Design—a force that dictated the flow of fate itself—had no place for him.
And now, the Veiled Order wanted him erased.
Escaping the Hideout
Kaelred was the first to break the silence.
"Alright, we need to leave. Now."
Malakar smirked. "Afraid of another fight, Kaelred?"
Kaelred glared. "No, I just don't want to be here when more of them show up."
Argolaith nodded. "He's right. Let's go."
They moved quickly, retracing their steps through the underground tunnels and emerging into the backstreets of Val'Haren.
The city was still bustling, unaware of the battle that had just taken place beneath their feet.
