The air in the tunnel was damp, thick with the metallic scent of rust and ozone. Ethan’s heart was still hammering in his chest, but they had no time to rest. The sound of cracking stone and the low, guttural growl from beyond the sealed door sent a chill down his spine.


    Maya wiped sweat from her forehead. “Tell me someone has a plan, because whatever’s back there—”


    A deafening boom cut her off.


    The metal tunnel door behind them buckled outward as if something massive had slammed into it. A second blow followed, shaking the walls. Cracks splintered through the reinforced steel.


    Ethan felt it before he saw it—the energy of the Veil twisting unnaturally, something wrong bleeding through. He clenched his fists, bracing himself.


    The door exploded inward.


    A thing emerged from the smoke.


    It was monstrous, its body a writhing mass of shifting black tendrils, something halfway between shadow and flesh. Where its face should have been, there was only a void—a swirling abyss that sucked in the light around it. The very air rippled as it moved, distorting reality like a heat mirage.


    Jax cursed. “What the hell is that?”


    Dorian Kane stepped through the wreckage behind the creature, his tactical suit now torn, but his confidence unwavering. He barely spared a glance at the abomination beside him.


    “This,” Dorian said smoothly, “is what happens when you open doors you can’t close.”


    The creature moved—fast.


    It lunged for Ethan, a tendril lashing out like a whip. He barely dodged, the air crackling where it passed. Felix opened fire, his bullets disappearing into the void-like mass of the creature. No effect.


    Lila shouted, “EMP won’t stop something like that! We need a new plan—now!”


    Ethan’s mark burned. His pulse pounded in his skull. He felt something pulling at him—his power reacting to the thing, to the Veil itself.


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    Dorian smiled. “You feel it, don’t you? The connection.”


    Another tendril lashed out—this time at Maya. Vance shoved her aside, barely avoiding the strike himself. The thing’s body rippled, shifting between solidity and shadow.


    Ethan gritted his teeth. He knew what he had to do.


    “Get back!” he shouted.


    A surge of energy built inside him, raw and untamed. The ground trembled beneath his feet. His vision blurred at the edges—his mark taking over. This time, he didn’t fight it.


    He embraced it.


    A shockwave erupted from his body, slamming into the creature like a tidal wave of force. The tendrils recoiled, shrieking in a soundless scream. Dorian’s smirk faltered for the first time.


    Ethan moved.


    One moment he was standing still, the next he was in front of the creature, his fist glowing with raw energy. He drove it forward—right into the void of its face.


    The impact rippled through reality itself.


    The creature howled—a soundless, mind-wrenching wail. Its form shuddered, destabilizing. The shadows peeled away, unraveling like threads caught in a storm. Ethan gritted his teeth, pushing harder, pouring everything into the strike.


    Then—


    The Veil snapped shut.


    The creature imploded, its void collapsing in on itself. A final burst of unnatural energy crackled through the air before it was gone—erased.


    The tunnel went eerily silent.


    Dorian took a slow step back, his expression unreadable. His perfect composure was finally cracking.


    “You…” he whispered, eyes locked onto Ethan. “You shouldn’t be able to do that.”


    Ethan lifted his gaze, his breath ragged. “Guess you don’t know everything after all.”


    For the first time, Dorian hesitated.


    Felix seized the moment. Bang.


    The shot rang out, hitting Dorian square in the chest. He staggered, gasping. Lila followed up with a well-placed EMP blast to his earpiece, cutting off any communication he might have had left.


    Dorian fell to his knees, coughing, a stunned look in his eyes. He wasn’t dead—but he wasn’t winning either.


    Jax stepped forward, pressing a knife to Dorian’s throat. “We’re done here.”


    Dorian’s lips curled into a bloody smirk. “You think this is over?”


    Ethan crouched in front of him, his mark still glowing faintly. “You lost.”


    Dorian exhaled sharply, then chuckled. “No, Ethan. I woke you up.”


    His eyes gleamed with something dangerous.


    “The Veil isn’t closed. It’s only just begun.”


    Before Ethan could respond, an emergency siren blared through the tunnel—self-destruct sequence activated.


    Jax cursed. “We need to go. Now.”


    Vance didn’t hesitate—he delivered a brutal punch to Dorian’s jaw, knocking him out cold. “He’s not getting out of here.”


    They bolted, leaving Dorian behind as the tunnel trembled around them. The entire facility was collapsing, a final act of destruction set in motion.


    Ethan didn’t look back.


    As they reached the exit, the last thing he saw was the wreckage swallowing Dorian whole.