From the edges of perception, I sensed another presence, one deeper than the Veilmaster, stretching past the layers I had explored. Its power was immense, quiet, almost indifferent.
The fragment in my care pulsed in response, warning, urging, promising. I realized with a start that Volume 2's journey had not truly ended. It had only begun, and what awaited would challenge not just memory, not just connection, but the very identity I had come to rely on.
The layers waited, patient and infinite, while I prepared to move beyond them once more.