A cold wind swept across the endless plains, making the tall grass sway like waves upon a restless sea. Arin and his companions, having left behind the Radiant Fortress, now stepped into a land that even the oldest maps had long forgotten.
The sky here was gray and heavy, as if a veil of mystery had cast its shadow upon the earth.
Kairon looked around warily.
"This place… it feels like no one has set foot here for centuries. Even the birds are silent."
Lyra narrowed her eyes toward the horizon, whispering:
"It's not just silence… there's a voice hidden in the wind. As if someone—or something—is watching us."
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet. From the heart of the plains, a massive stone emerged, etched with a glowing sigil—the mark of ancient empires.
Out of the mist, an old man with tattered robes and gleaming eyes appeared. His voice echoed within their minds, like thunder rolling in the distance:
"Welcome to the Veils of the Unknown. Here begins a world you have never known. Every step you take will bind your fate to empires and shadows long concealed by history…"
Arin clenched his fists tightly. He knew this was more than just another journey—this was the unveiling of a world that would forever change his destiny.