Before the Veil.
Before memory shattered.
Before flame and shadow turned on each other—
There was a bond.
Now, only the forest remembers.
Beneath Hollowmere's oldest roots, where no wind stirs and even trees fall silent, something ancient waits.
Its prison is not stone or spell—
It is a name,
Written in betrayal.
Veyr.
No one comes here anymore.
But today, five friends will cross that threshold, laughing.
They think it's just a ruin.
They are wrong.
Beneath the moss, the book has begun to stir.