Chapter 7 The Veil Of Secrets

• The figure in the mist moved closer, and Ariella’s heart raced. Kael’s stance was tense, his hand still gripping the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed on the approaching figure. Ariella could feel the magic in the air, thick and heavy, as though the very atmosphere had become charged with an unseen power.
• The figure was cloaked in tattered robes, a dark hood shadowing its face. As it drew near, the mist parted around it like a veil, revealing a slight, almost fragile form, yet there was a quiet strength about it.
• Ariella instinctively stepped closer to Kael, her hand on the strap of her satchel. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Every fiber of her being told her to be cautious, but there was something in the figure’s presence that felt different—unnerving, yet oddly familiar.