The sun dipped below the horizon as Aloysius and his small band moved through the fractured lands beyond the city. Their mission was clear: seek out allies among the scattered Ascendants and hidden factions who might oppose the dark forces manipulating the Radiant Veil.
Kaelis rode beside Aloysius, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. "Trust is scarce," she said quietly. "Many have been corrupted or turned for power."
Elyon nodded grimly. "But some still fight for balance. We need them."
Their first destination was a secluded monastery where an ancient sect guarded forgotten knowledge about divine energies. As they approached, shadows flickered at the edge of the forest signs of lurking threats.
Suddenly, a group of warriors emerged, weapons drawn but eyes cautious. Aloysius stepped forward, aura flaring with controlled power. "We seek allies, not enemies."
The leader, an imposing woman named Serin, studied him closely before lowering her blade. "The veil is breaking. We've heard the rumors. If you truly fight for the balance, you are welcome here."
The fragile alliance was formed but Aloysius knew the path ahead would be treacherous. With enemies in the shadows and corruption creeping ever closer, every step could be their last.