The labyrinth crumbled behind them, its shifting walls folding into themselves as if consumed by an unseen force. The trio stood at the edge of a vast expanse, the transition from the oppressive corridors to this open realm both startling and surreal. Ahead stretched a field of shimmering light, each glimmering fragment suspended in the air like shards of broken glass reflecting a thousand hues.
Elara held the crystal tightly, its glow now softer, resonating with the vibrant field. "This must be the Eternal Veil," she murmured, her voice filled with reverence. "The place where realities converge."
Thorne stepped forward cautiously, his sword ready. "Looks more like a trap waiting to spring. Anything could be hiding in there."
Morgana nodded, her staff glowing faintly as she scanned the area. "The Veil is more than a physical barrier. It's a nexus of memories, fears, and forgotten dreams. If we're not careful, it could consume us entirely."