The Veil of Aetherion
Rain hammered the cobblestones of the capital streets, turning every shadow into a threat. Kael Duran’s boots splashed through the puddles as he chased the figure ahead, cloak flapping, heart....
Rain hammered the cobblestones of the capital streets, turning every shadow into a threat. Kael Duran’s boots splashed through the puddles as he chased the figure ahead, cloak flapping, heart pounding. “Stop right there!” he barked, but the woman didn’t slow. Not even a glance. Her laughter echoed off the walls—taunting, impossible to catch. “You’re too slow, Captain,” she called back, voice sharp and teasing. Kael clenched his jaw. Duty demanded capture, but curiosity clawed at him. There was something about her—something dangerous, yet irresistible. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. Tonight, the streets would decide whose fate was heavier: the law… or destiny.