The Veilbreakers' Strike
The skies ripped open.
Jagged portals tore through the air, spilling shadowed warriors clad in black armor—Veilbreakers, merciless and cold.
Kaelen Vrax stepped through last, his Void Blade glowing with devouring darkness.
He scanned the Refuge with cruel amusement.
"This prism is ours," he hissed. "And none shall stop the Veilbreakers."
Sarive's Training Begins
Mirae took Sarive to a hidden chamber deep beneath the Refuge—walls swirling with cosmic time.
"Your Infinity is raw," she said. "To control it, you must learn to weave your own fate."
She extended her hands, pulling strands of shimmering light.
Sarive felt himself pulled into visions—past battles, possible futures, and the threads connecting them.
Pain flashed, but he clenched his fists.
"I'm ready," he said.
Diana's Reckoning
Meanwhile, Diana confronted Theonix in the sanctum.
"Why did you hide the truth about Oravon?"
Theonix's expression was grave.
"Because some truths are too dangerous. The gods feared what Oravon's shard could do. I hoped to protect Hope from that fate."
Diana's voice hardened.
"Protection or control? How many lies are wrapped in that hope?"
Hope's Choice
Hope sat alone with the Prism glowing beside her.
The voice inside whispered again.
"You can wield your power alone. Become more than the gods ever dreamed."
She hesitated, heart pounding.
But as Sarive entered, her resolve hardened.
"No," she said. "I don't want power without them."
Battle for the Refuge
The Veilbreakers stormed the outer walls.
Sarive and Diana led the defense, fighting side by side—strength, speed, and ancient magic unleashed in deadly harmony.
Kaelen Vrax clashed with Sarive, their powers tearing the ground.
"You cannot win," Kaelen sneered. "The Prism's fate is sealed."
Sarive growled, "Not while I still breathe."