The ghostly figure slowly faded into the swirling mists, leaving behind an unsettling silence. Lysara lowered her staff, eyes wide with concern. "What was that? A warning… or a threat?"
Nova shook her head. "Both, probably. Time itself seems to resist our presence here."
Kaelen sheathed his sword, scanning the ancient city ahead. "We must move carefully. If memories can fight back, then the past isn't just history—it's alive."
As they stepped deeper into Veridion, the streets shimmered and shifted. Echoes of laughter, cries, and footsteps filled the air, but no one was visible. The city was a ghost, trapped between moments.
Suddenly, a soft whisper curled around them, a voice speaking just beyond understanding. Lysara's fingers tightened on her staff. "The Whispering Veil… they say it guards the secrets of time."
Nova nodded grimly. "Then we're close to something big. Whatever it is, it could change everything."
Kaelen glanced at his companions, resolve hardening. "We came this far. There's no turning back now."
They pressed onward, toward the heart of the city—and the mysteries waiting to be unveiled.