"STOP IT!! VEIL!!" Eli shouted, her voice slicing through the tension like a blade. Her spear lowered slightly but remained poised, ready to strike if needed. She turned toward Veil, her eyes blazing with determination.
"We need to find a way to save Atlas," she declared firmly, her words cutting through the chaos like an unyielding vow.
Veil hesitated, his shadowy form shrinking further into itself as he glared at the giant before them. But his defiant stare didn't last long—it wavered under the weight of uncertainty, retreating into the shadows of the tomb-like palace.
"...okay. You're right...but how?" Veil muttered bitterly, his voice laced with frustration. "Only Atlas knew the secrets of this place."
The giant gazed at Veil in surprise—not once, but now twice. The prideful Veil, the eternal shadow of Jörmungandr, reduced to such vulnerability? It was almost.... amusing.
