Chapter 161: Beneath a Watching Veil
Nero moved soundlessly through the maze-like corridors of the Shatterveil.
Each step echoed like a whisper swallowed by ancient stone.
The air pressed cold against his skin, settled in his lungs like frost, gnawing at his resolve and whispering promises of endings yet to come.
Shadows curled along the walls, twisting and writhing, whispering in voices too faint to discern, yet too intentional to ignore.
Something had changed.
The atmosphere shifted, subtle, but unmistakable.
The air grew denser, colder, as if every breath had to claw its way down his throat.
The shadows thickened, as though they gathered around him, no longer content to merely exist.
It was as if the Shatterveil itself was holding its breath, waiting, watching.
Nero’s pace slowed. His eyes narrowed.
His senses stretched outward, reading every whisper, every draft, every flicker of shadow along the edge of his vision.
He felt as if something powerful, and malevolent watched him, its gaze cold and piercing, sending shivers down his spine.