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ChronoCore: Shadows of the Eternal Veil Chapter 1: The Omen of Shadows A thick fog crept over the forest floor, curling around the gnarled roots of ancient trees and muffling the sounds of the night. The air was cold, carrying with it an unnatural stillness, as if the very world held its breath. Deep within the woods, Geralt of Rivia moved like a shadow, his silver hair glinting faintly in the moonlight that pierced through the canopy above. Each step was deliberate, every sense sharpened, for he could feel it-the stirring of something old, something powerful. It had been weeks since he had…mehr

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ChronoCore: Shadows of the Eternal Veil Chapter 1: The Omen of Shadows A thick fog crept over the forest floor, curling around the gnarled roots of ancient trees and muffling the sounds of the night. The air was cold, carrying with it an unnatural stillness, as if the very world held its breath. Deep within the woods, Geralt of Rivia moved like a shadow, his silver hair glinting faintly in the moonlight that pierced through the canopy above. Each step was deliberate, every sense sharpened, for he could feel it-the stirring of something old, something powerful. It had been weeks since he had left the warmth of Kaer Morhen, answering the cryptic summons of a sorceress named Elira. Her letter had been brief, offering no explanation beyond the urgent need for his presence and a promise of knowledge regarding Ciri's future. The mention of Ciri had been enough; despite his reservations, Geralt had come. Yet as he approached the small, forgotten village on the edge of Velen, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, as if eyes older than time itself were tracking his every move. A flicker of movement caught his eye, and Geralt's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword. In the dim light, he saw a shadow dart between the trees, silent yet swift. He narrowed his gaze, tracing the creature's path as it melted into the darkness, leaving no trace of its presence. This was no ordinary beast. Elira had written that an ancient threat was beginning to stir, something that even the witchers of old had feared. "The Eternal Veil," she had called it-a name that was little more than myth among those who still spoke of the ancient days. And now, that myth was real, slipping through the cracks of time to cast its shadow once more. Geralt pressed forward, reaching a clearing where a small stone cottage stood half-buried in ivy. The air grew colder as he approached, and a faint, eerie light seeped from the cracks in the doorframe. He felt the familiar hum of magic, but there was something twisted about it, a dark undertone that set his nerves on edge. The door creaked open as he reached it, and he was met by the sight of Elira, her face pale and drawn as she held a glowing staff aloft. "Geralt," she greeted him, her voice a whisper that seemed to echo through the room. "You've come." "I didn't have much choice," he replied, stepping inside and closing the door against the chill. "Your letter mentioned Ciri. Where is she?" Elira's eyes darkened, and she lowered her gaze. "She's safe...for now. But if we don't act quickly, she won't be for long." Geralt studied her, searching for any hint of deception. Elira had always been an enigma among the sorceresses, more reclusive than even Yennefer, and her reputation was one of secrets and half-truths. "Explain," he said, his tone brooking no argument. Elira raised her staff, casting a faint blue light over the room. Shadows danced along the walls, twisting and stretching, forming shapes that seemed almost alive. "The Eternal Veil," she began, her voice a mixture of fear and reverence. "It is a creature older than memory, sealed away by the first witchers and sorcerers who walked these lands. But time has weakened the seals, and it is beginning to awaken." "And you believe Ciri is the key to stopping it?" Elira nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Her Elder Blood holds the power to either seal it away once more...or to set it free. The choice will be hers, but she must be prepared." Geralt clenched his jaw, unease settling in his stomach. "And what do you want from me?" "To help her," Elira replied, her voice barely a whisper. "You are the only one she trusts. And I...I am not without my own agenda in this. The Veil's return would bring devastation beyond anything we've faced. I will do what I must to stop it, even if it means betraying my own kin."
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