chapter 2

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Lira's heart skipped at Eryx's agreement, though there was little time to savor the moment. The sounds of the creatures approaching the city grew louder—the strange, echoing cries that had haunted her dreams ever since the Veil had been torn apart. They needed to move quickly.

"We'll need to get to the Archives," Lira said, moving away from the balcony. "The first relic is described in an old text, hidden beneath the ruins of Solkara. I found references to it in the scrolls from the First Age. It's a long journey, but if we leave now—"

Eryx held up a hand, his sharp eyes narrowing. "Wait." He grabbed her arm, pulling her into the shadows as two figures stepped out from a nearby doorway. Both wore the deep blue robes of the Council of Arcanum, the ruling body of the mages in Halarion. Their faces were hidden beneath hoods, but the golden sigils of magic glowed faintly on their sleeves, marking them as high-ranking members.

"What are they doing here?" Lira whispered, pressing herself against the cold stone wall. The Council rarely ventured outside the safety of their tower, and especially not during the chaos of a Veilstorm.

Eryx's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, though he made no move to draw it. "They've been watching you," he said quietly. "I've seen them at the library, near your chambers. Whatever you've found, they want it."

Lira's pulse quickened. The Council was known for its secrecy, for guarding its knowledge as jealously as any kingdom guarded its gold. She had suspected that someone had been tracking her movements, but she hadn't realized how closely.

"They can't know what we're planning," she said, her mind racing. "If they do, they'll stop us."

"We need to get out of here before they notice us," Eryx replied, his voice low but urgent.

But before they could slip away, one of the mages raised his head, his eyes glowing faintly beneath the shadow of his hood. "Lira Evandris," the mage called out, his voice smooth and commanding. "There's no need to hide. We know what you've been searching for."

Lira froze, her mind scrambling for a way out. Beside her, Eryx's hand shifted to his sword, ready to fight if it came to that.

The second mage stepped forward, his hood falling back to reveal a face lined with age and power. "You are making a grave mistake," he said. "The relics you seek were hidden for a reason. To unearth them now would bring more ruin upon us all."

"I'm trying to fix this," Lira shot back, stepping out from the shadows. "The Veil is gone. If we don't do something, our world will fall."

"And what makes you think you, of all people, can fix what has been broken for millennia?" The older mage's voice was laced with disdain. "You are meddling with forces far beyond your understanding. The Veil was never meant to be tampered with."

"Neither was the Council," Eryx muttered under his breath, but Lira shot him a warning glance.

"I don't have a choice," Lira said, standing firm. "We've already seen what happens when we do nothing. The Veilstorm grows stronger every day. If there's even a chance we can stop it—"

"You are a fool," the younger mage interrupted, his voice cold. "You think yourself a hero, but you are only a child playing with fire. The relics will not save you. They will destroy you."

Lira's fists clenched at her sides. "I have to try," she said, her voice shaking but resolute.

The older mage sighed, almost pityingly. "Then you leave us no choice."

Before Lira could react, the air around them shimmered with magic. A glowing net of energy, woven from the Council's combined power, sprang into existence, trapping her and Eryx inside. The walls of light hummed with power, buzzing like the wings of a thousand invisible insects.

Eryx drew his sword, its silver blade catching the light of the magical barrier. He lunged toward the nearest mage, but the sword bounced harmlessly off the net, sending a ripple of energy through the air.

"They've sealed us in," he growled, frustration simmering in his voice. "We can't break through this."

Lira's mind raced. She could feel the magic thrumming around her, the intricate weave of spells that held them prisoner. It was strong, far stronger than anything she had encountered before, but there was a weakness—there always was.

"There," she whispered, her eyes locking onto a point where the net flickered, just for a moment. "It's not stable. If I can disrupt the weave, I might be able to break it."

"You're going to use magic?" Eryx asked, skepticism clear in his voice. "Against the Council?"

"I don't have a choice," Lira said, already reaching for the power inside her. It flowed through her like a river, wild and untamed, but she had learned to control it—mostly.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the weak point in the net. Slowly, carefully, she began to unravel the magic, pulling at the threads of the spell. Sweat beaded on her forehead as the power resisted her, fighting to stay whole. But she was stronger than she had been before, and she wasn't going to let the Council stop her.

With a final push, the net shattered, sending a wave of energy rippling through the air.

The mages staggered back, their faces twisted in shock as their spell collapsed.

"Run!" Lira shouted, grabbing Eryx's arm and pulling him toward the narrow alleyway that led to the city's outer gates.

Behind them, the mages recovered, their voices rising in a chorus of incantations as they prepared to summon more magic. But Lira and Eryx were already disappearing into the shadows, racing toward the city's edge and the uncertain path that lay beyond.

The world was falling apart around them, and the only hope of saving it was buried in the forgotten ruins of an ancient kingdom.

And so, their journey began.

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