The Veil of Paradox

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The city trembled. A deep, resonant hum echoed through the empty streets as if the very fabric of time was unraveling. Idris didn't need to look back to know the Echo was close. The weight of its presence pressed against reality, twisting the air with unseen forces.

They had to move.

"This way!" The spectral Sa'Khel gestured toward a massive bridge that extended into the distance, leading to the city's floating core.

Idris didn't hesitate. He sprinted forward, the others close behind. The bridge pulsed beneath their feet, shifting as if adjusting to their presence. Everything in this city was alive with ancient energy, responding to the touch of those who bore the blood of the Timekeepers.

Nyla cast a glance behind them. Her face paled. "It's here."

A ripple tore through the sky. The Echo emerged.

It wasn't a single entity. It was countless shifting forms, a distortion in reality that refused to hold a stable shape. At times, it looked like a massive shadow with piercing white eyes; other times, it fragmented into jagged shards of black energy that slithered through the air like serpents.

And it was fast.

Elise raised her weapon, firing a blast of concentrated energy at it. The shot vanished the moment it struck, consumed by the Echo as if it had never existed.

"It's eating time itself," Rook muttered. "We need to hurry."

The bridge extended before them, leading toward a towering gateway of pure light—the entrance to the Veil of Paradox.

Idris's chest tightened. This wasn't just another door. It was a boundary between what was real and what should never exist.

The spectral Sa'Khel spoke again. "Beyond this gate lies the Eidolon Core, but the Veil does not allow passage so easily."

Elise shot him a look. "Of course it doesn't. Why would anything ever be simple?"

The Echo shrieked, the sound tearing through Idris's mind. It was closing in.

Idris turned back to the gate. The symbols along its frame began to glow, shifting as if responding to him. This was it. This was the test.

He stepped forward—

And the world shattered.

—

The Fractured Realm

One moment, Idris was standing before the gate. The next, he was nowhere.

He floated in a vast void, surrounded by fragmented realities—shattered pieces of time itself. Each shard contained a different moment, frozen in time.

Some were memories he recognized—his first time using his powers, the ruins of the Sa'Khel, the hooded woman who had guided them.

Others… others were things he had never seen.

A battle beneath a darkened sky, warriors wielding weapons of pure energy against monstrous, shifting horrors. A burning city, its towers crumbling into the sea. A version of himself—older, hardened—standing alone in the ruins of a dead world.

Then—footsteps.

Idris turned.

A figure stepped forward from the shifting void. It was him.

But different.

Darker.

The other Idris tilted his head, eyes burning with blue energy. "You're not ready."

The words hit like a blow.

Idris clenched his fists. "I don't have time for this."

His other self smirked. "That's the problem. You've never had time."

The void pulsed. The fragments of reality began to collapse.

A sword materialized in the dark Idris's hand—a weapon forged from light and shadow, its blade shifting like the Echo itself. This was a test. A battle against himself.

And he had to win.

The dark Idris lunged.

Idris barely dodged in time, rolling to the side as the blade slashed through the air where he had just stood. He summoned his own power, feeling the time energy surge through his veins.

He countered, striking with a burst of temporal force. The dark version of himself absorbed it effortlessly.

"You think you can control time?" the dark Idris sneered. "You can't even control yourself."

The words stung because they were true. Idris had spent his whole life running—running from the Echo, running from the truth of what he was.

Not anymore.

Idris exhaled, focusing. He didn't need to control time. He needed to move with it.

The dark Idris lunged again, but this time, Idris didn't dodge. He stepped forward, inside the attack, slipping through the moment like a crack in time.

His hand met his other self's chest—

And he pushed.

The void around them shattered as the dark Idris was thrown backward, his form flickering between realities. For the first time, his expression changed—from arrogance to something else.

Understanding.

And then, he vanished.

The fragments of time realigned. The path forward revealed itself.

Idris gasped for breath. He was back at the gate. The Veil of Paradox stood open before him.

The others were still there, staring at him in shock.

"You were only gone for a second," Nyla said. "What happened?"

Idris wiped the sweat from his brow. "I saw… a future. A possibility. And I know what we have to do."

The spectral Sa'Khel nodded. "Then step forward. The Eidolon Core awaits."

Elise exhaled sharply. "I swear, if there's another test in there, I'm gonna—"

Rook nudged her forward. "Come on."

Idris looked up at the core of the city, a beacon of raw power pulsing within.

They had come this far.

And the real fight was only beginning.

He took a step forward—through the Veil and into destiny.