The Middle Veil was the next stop for the trio of Ash, Sylvie, and Kaelthyr. With the help of his self-created watches and the power of Paradox, the three easily made their way into the Mid Veil, and the view was entirely different than the Lower Abyss.
If the Lower Abyss was barren, the Mid Veil was an entirely different world. The place was more like a frontier… a bleeding one at that. The skies churned with violent violet-purple auroras that crackled with raw Void Emperor power, casting shifting shadows that danced like living predators across the landscape.
The air hung heavy with the tang of ozone, the sweetness of blooming decay, and the damp musk of wet earth—sharp, vibrant, and unrelenting. Gravity shifted erratically—at times as weightless as a breeze, at others as crushing as the ocean's depths—while mana storms rolled over the land in relentless waves, battering defenses and draining strength.
