The aftermath of the battle at the Ardent Veil left scars deeper than stone and blood.
Kaien stood on a ridge overlooking the war-torn plains of the Continent of Light, the horizon dotted with other strongholds—Veils—that still held firm, yet trembled under the weight of unseen corruption.
Iria's voice broke the silence. "Not all who wear the light are pure. We've seen it... in Alteron, and in the shadows beyond."
Solryn's icy breath formed mist. "There are Commandments still loyal. Two, maybe three. But they hide… or wait for the right moment."
Kaien's eyes narrowed. "Then we must find them before the corruption consumes what's left."
As night fell, a message arrived—sealed with a sigil unknown, yet unmistakably ancient.
Kaien broke the seal with a glint of his abyssal sword.
The parchment read:
"The truth you seek lies beyond the fractured Veils. Beware the heart that bleeds beneath the mask of love. Not all shadows are enemies. Trust cautiously."
A chill settled over them.
The fight for truth was only beginning.