The clash between Aloysius and the encroaching shadows sent shockwaves rippling through the ritual chamber. The ancient runes flickered, some shattering under the assault of corruption, while others glowed brighter in desperate defiance.
Kaelis and Elyon fought valiantly, weaving protective sigils to hold the darkness at bay, but the relentless tide threatened to overwhelm them. Aloysius felt the veil itself tremble, its once-stable boundary now fragile and fragmented.
In a moment of clarity amid the chaos, Aloysius channeled the deepest reserves of his Ascendant power, fusing lightning and shadow into a brilliant lance of energy. With a fierce roar, he drove it into the heart of the corruption.
The darkness screamed and recoiled, unraveling like smoke before the dawn.
But the victory came at a cost the veil was shattered, torn into countless fragments that scattered across realms, each a potential source of great power and danger.
Breathing heavily, Aloysius looked to his companions. "The Radiant Veil is broken... but it's not the end. We must gather the shards, or face ruin."
Kaelis nodded grimly. "A new quest begins."
The war for balance had evolved no longer just a battle for survival, but a quest to restore a fractured reality itself.