Chapter 26: The Breach
The sky above Arcanwyn cracked.
It wasn't thunder this time.
It was the Veil.
A sound like tearing fabric echoed through the heavens, rippling across clouds that had turned the color of bruises. Students poured out onto the balconies and towers, gazes lifted to the shuddering horizon.
Magic sparked in the air..wild, unpredictable, trembling like it knew something ancient had been awakened.
In the Hall of Whispers, the map flickered violently. The rift beyond the forest pulsed wider, veins of black and violet lightning crawling across it like fingers clawing their way into the world.
Lila stood in the center, her heartbeat pounding in sync with the storm. Her veins buzzed with magic—hers, but not. A presence stirred just beneath her skin. Watching, Waiting.
"The Breach is beginning," Headmistress Nyra said, her voice taut with dread.
Professors moved quickly, weaving barriers and battle enchantments into the very stones of the academy. The entire fortress hummed with defensive energy, but it wasn't enough. They all felt it.
The King wasn't just coming.
He was here.
A sudden boom rocked the western wall. Dust rained down from the rafters.
"West Watch has fallen!" a student shouted, racing into the chamber, blood on their robes. "The Wraithborn are inside the outer perimeter!"
Gasps erupted. Chaos rippled through the room.
Thorne stepped forward, her staff burning with light. "To your stations! Protect the students! If they break the inner ring"
Another explosion.
Screams.
They were out of time.
Niall grabbed Lila's hand. "We have to get to the Obsidian Gate. It's the only path to the Veil's heart. If we don't seal it from the other side"
"You'll be trapped," Thorne said sharply. "You cross that threshold and you may never return."
Lila met her gaze. "I was never meant to stay."
She ran.
Down the spiral staircase, through tunnels that pulsed with alarm runes. Niall beside her, the sounds of war growing louder—clashes of spells, shrieks of shadow-beasts, the desperate cries of students fighting back nightmares made flesh.
They reached the Gate.
It was already half-open.
A massive archway carved from obsidian and bone, inscribed with the names of those who once walked between worlds. Beyond it, swirling mist—deep, endless, alive.
And waiting within the mist…
Him.
The Forgotten King.
He stepped from the threshold, darkness clinging to him like armor, his eyes two endless voids.
Lila froze. The power rolling off him was suffocating. And yet—he didn't raise his hand. He didn't attack.
He knelt.
"To the daughter of the Veil," he said. "We do not come to destroy. We come to awaken what was lost. What was stolen."
He looked up and smiled.
"Come, child. It is time to remember your throne."