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Chapter 147: Volume 2, Chapter 91: "Echoes Beyond the Veil"

He could feel it now—like a pulse, a weak but persistent signal that tugged at him, pulling him deeper into the forest. The others followed in silence, their movements careful, their weapons ready. Every rustle of leaves, every creak of a branch, made them flinch, as though they expected the void itself to strike from the shadows.

"How much further?" Marcus asked, his voice low but tense.

"I\'m not sure," Cole replied, his brow furrowed in concentration. "But the signal is getting stronger. We\'re close."

Elara kept pace beside him, her face pale but focused. "Be careful, Cole. If this is someone trying to communicate through the Veil, they could be in a dangerous state. The Severed have been known to manipulate Weavers trapped between the Veil and the void."

"I know," Cole said, though the thought made his stomach churn. The possibility that the Severed were behind this, using the Veil to lure them into a trap, was all too real. But the voice he heard—there was something genuine in it, a desperation that felt too raw, too human to be entirely void-born.

Selene\'s sharp eyes scanned the trees ahead. "Whatever\'s out there, we need to be ready for anything. We\'ve been too reactive. If we want to get ahead of the Severed, we have to take control."

Cole nodded, but before he could respond, the forest suddenly fell silent. The wind stilled, the rustling leaves stopped, and even the distant sounds of the forest creatures faded into nothingness. The only sound left was the soft, rhythmic pulsing of the Veil in his mind.

"We\'re here," Cole whispered.

They had reached a small clearing, the trees giving way to a circular space bathed in a faint, unnatural light. In the center of the clearing stood a stone obelisk, weathered and worn, covered in ancient symbols that glowed faintly with the energy of the Veil. The air around it was thick with tension, the threads of reality vibrating with a fragile energy.

"This place..." Elara murmured, her eyes wide as she took in the sight. "It\'s like the Knot we found in the archive. But older."

Cole stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. The obelisk seemed to hum with life, as though it were a living part of the Veil itself. He could feel the threads connecting to it, woven tightly around the stone, holding the fabric of reality together—but barely.

The voice whispered again, clearer this time.

"Please... help us..."

Cole\'s breath caught in his throat. The voice wasn\'t just an echo in the Veil—it was coming from the obelisk itself. Someone was trapped inside, their presence woven into the threads, caught between the Veil and the void.

"They\'re in there," Cole said, his voice filled with urgency. "Whoever\'s calling for help—they\'re trapped in the obelisk, woven into the Veil."

Elara\'s face grew grim. "That\'s ancient Guardian magic. Whoever\'s inside was bound there centuries ago, likely as part of some ritual to stabilize the Knot. If we\'re going to free them, we need to be extremely careful. Disturbing the Knot could tear the Veil apart."

Marcus moved closer, his hand resting on his sword. "And if this is a trap?"

"We\'ll deal with it," Selene said, her voice hard but resolute. "But if someone\'s really trapped in there, we can\'t just leave them."

Cole approached the obelisk slowly, his mind reaching out to the threads of the Veil that surrounded it. He could feel the tension in the air, the delicate balance that held the Knot together. The energy was fragile, frayed at the edges, as though centuries of holding back the void had worn it thin.

"Elara," Cole said softly, "I\'m going to try to communicate with them through the Veil. If there\'s any chance we can help, we need to know what we\'re dealing with."

Elara nodded, though her expression remained cautious. "Be careful. The threads are weak here. One wrong move and the entire Knot could unravel."

Taking a deep breath, Cole closed his eyes and focused on the threads, letting his mind drift into the delicate web of energy that surrounded the obelisk. The Veil pulsed faintly, the threads vibrating with a faint, rhythmic hum.

And then, he heard it again.

"Help us... trapped... for so long..."

The voice was clearer now, more distinct. It wasn\'t just one person—it was multiple voices, overlapping, blending together in a chorus of desperation. Cole could feel their pain, their fear, and the endless isolation they had endured.

"Who are you?" Cole asked, his voice barely a whisper. "How did you get here?"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, the voices responded, fragmented and faint, as if they were struggling to hold on to their sense of self.

"Guardians... long ago... bound us here... to protect the Knot... but now... the void..."

Cole\'s heart sank. The people trapped in the obelisk—they had been Guardians once, bound to the Veil in some ancient ritual to protect the Knot from the void. But now, after centuries of being trapped between the Veil and reality, they were falling apart, their connection to the threads fraying.

"You\'re weakening," Cole said, his voice filled with urgency. "If the Knot unravels, the void will break through. We need to stabilize it, but we can\'t do that if you\'re trapped inside."

"Please... free us..." the voices whispered, their desperation palpable. "We... we can help... but the Knot... is failing..."

Cole opened his eyes, his mind racing. The people trapped in the obelisk were bound to the Knot itself. If they were freed, the Knot might collapse entirely, but if they stayed trapped, the Knot would unravel on its own.

"We have to make a choice," Cole said, his voice tight. "The people trapped in the obelisk—they\'re Guardians, bound to the Knot. If we free them, we risk destabilizing the entire Veil. But if we leave them, the Knot will eventually collapse anyway."

Elara\'s face paled as she processed the situation. "We can\'t just abandon them," she said quietly. "But if we free them without stabilizing the Knot first, the void could pour through."

Marcus\'s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the obelisk. "We don\'t have much time. The Severed are still out there, and they\'re waiting for any weakness. If the Knot collapses, we\'ll be fighting the void and the Severed at the same time."

Selene\'s gaze was steady, her voice calm but firm. "We need to take the risk. Free the Guardians, stabilize the Knot, and get out of here before the void swarms us. It\'s our only option."

Cole nodded, though his heart was pounding in his chest. It was a gamble, but there was no other choice. He turned to Elara, his voice steady but filled with urgency. "We need to weave the Knot together before we free them. Once they\'re out, we won\'t have much time before the entire thing collapses."

Elara nodded, her hands already moving as she reached out to the threads of the Veil. "I\'ll guide the threads. You focus on freeing them."

Cole took a deep breath and approached the obelisk, his fingers brushing against the cold stone. He could feel the Guardians\' presence within, their voices growing fainter as the threads around them frayed. Time was running out.

"Hold on," Cole whispered. "We\'re going to get you out of there."

With a final, steadying breath, Cole reached out to the threads of the Veil and began to pull them apart, unraveling the ancient bindings that had held the Guardians in place for centuries. The air around them grew heavier, the tension in the Veil thickening as the Knot began to weaken.

"Now, Elara!" Cole shouted, his voice strained as the threads trembled beneath his hands.

Elara\'s hands moved rapidly, her connection to the Veil glowing faintly as she wove the threads together, stabilizing the Knot even as it threatened to collapse. The energy in the air crackled, the pressure mounting with every passing second.

And then, with a final surge of power, the bindings snapped, and the Guardians were free.

The obelisk shattered, the ancient stone crumbling into dust as the voices of the Guardians echoed through the clearing, their presence flooding the Veil with a surge of energy. For a moment, the Knot trembled on the edge of collapse.

But then, the threads snapped into place, woven tightly together by Elara\'s careful hands. The Veil stabilized, the Knot holding firm as the energy of the void was pushed back.

Cole collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath as the tension in the air eased. The Guardians were gone, their presence no longer bound to the Veil, but their sacrifice had saved the Knot.

"It\'s done," Elara whispered, her voice filled with relief. "The Knot is stable."

Marcus and Selene stood guard, their eyes scanning the forest for any sign of the Severed, but for now, the clearing was quiet, the air heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

"We need to keep moving," Marcus said, his voice low but urgent. "The Severed won\'t wait long before they strike again."

Cole nodded, though his body was weak with exhaustion. They had bought themselves some time, but the void was still out there, waiting.

And the Severed would not stop until every Knot had been unraveled.