No light. No sound.
Just gone.
The next morning, Kaelen stood on a ridge, eyes fixed on the horizon.
A Veilstorm was forming. But not like before. It spun in reverse, a spiral collapsing in on itself, casting unnatural shadows even under the rising sun.
It circled something.
A place.
A shard.
Or a door no one had opened in centuries.
And through the strange new layers of vision behind his eyes, Kaelen saw it clearly:
Another door was waiting.
And this one wasn't meant to open.