V. Nightshade's Book
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Whispers of the Veil
Prologue – When the Veil Burned In the age before memory... The Veil wasn't torn by war. It was torn by love. Liraeth, a Veilborn with god-scorched eyes, stood on the edge of the world, her lips stained with blood and prophecy. The gods circled above her like vultures, demanding her surrender. But she didn't kneel. She never had. "They say love is sacred," she whispered, raising the Heart Relic to the sky. "But you would murder me for it." The Seer of Bones snarled. "He is mortal. He will die. And you will break the realms for nothing." Liraeth smiled-a cruel, beautiful thing. "Then let them break." And she drove the relic through the Veil. The scream that followed was not hers. Realms collapsed. Magic rioted. Spirits rose from their graves. And far below, a man with silver-shadowed eyes watched as the woman he loved shattered the world to save him. Her final words reached him through ash and ruin: "Find me. Even if you hate me for it." ---