Story 789: Veil of Shadows

The air inside the Rotting Cathedral thickened, as if reality itself struggled to contain the darkness seeping from its cursed walls. Selene Nocturna stood before her grand mirror, fingers delicately tracing the worn silver edges. A flickering greenish mist swirled within the glass, shifting like restless souls trapped between worlds.

She adjusted her hood, pulling it over her head as she admired her reflection. Her lips curled, smeared with the remnants of old blood, her pale skin a canvas of corruption and beauty alike. The brooch at her chest pulsed faintly, the alchemical vial within it glowing with sickly green light.

"Tonight, the veil shall lift."

Her voice was a whisper, yet it carried through the cathedral like a command. Shadows slithered at her feet, obeying an unheard call. She turned away, striding towards the massive double doors of the cathedral, their rotted wood creaking as she pushed them open.