The air grew heavier as Lysara, Nova, and Kaelen approached the central plaza of Veridion. Shadows danced unnaturally along crumbling walls, twisting and flickering as if alive. The whispers from before intensified, weaving into a chaotic chorus of voices that tugged at their minds.
Nova steadied herself, drawing upon her inner calm. "The Veil is trying to unbalance us. It feeds on doubt and fear."
Lysara closed her eyes briefly, reaching out with her magic. A faint glow radiated from her staff, pushing back the oppressive murmurs. "We need to find the source—the heart of the Veil."
Kaelen surveyed the plaza and spotted an ancient obelisk etched with runes, pulsing faintly with blue light. "That must be it."
As they approached, the ground trembled, and ghostly figures emerged—memories of those lost to time, their faces frozen in silent pleas.
Kaelen raised his sword defensively. "We don't want to fight them. There has to be another way."
Lysara's voice was steady. "We must listen. Only by understanding the past can we hope to free it."
Nova nodded, stepping forward. "Let's uncover the truth behind the Whispering Veil."
Together, they reached out to touch the obelisk, and the world around them began to shift once more…