The silence in Kelvin’s office was suffocating. The room, lined with thick bookshelves and dimly lit by a single Victorian-style lamp, seemed to absorb Jade’s breathing. She sat stiffly on the edge of a leather chair, her eyes darting across the strange arcane symbols etched into the wooden floor beneath her feet.

“A descendant of a witch?” she echoed in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?”

Kelvin stood with his back turned, facing a cabinet lined with ancient scrolls and metallic charms. His fingers grazed the spine of a thick leather-bound grimoire, his silence louder than any denial.

“Do I look like someone who jokes about magic?” he finally said, turning to face her. “You are the last known bloodline of Kora, one of the Seven who sealed the Veil between realms centuries ago.”

Jade furrowed her brows. “The Veil? Realms? I don’t even know what that means!”

Kelvin sighed and walked toward her, the floor creaking beneath his polished shoes. “The world you know is only one part of reality. The Veil was created to separate the mortal realm from others—the Ethereal, the Infernal, the Forgotten... each one inhabited by beings that should never touch our world.”

“Like that old woman?” Jade asked, her voice trembling. “The one who floated down the dorm steps with hair over her face?”

Kelvin nodded solemnly. “That was a Wraith—guardians of the Veil. They appear only when a breach has occurred... or when a soul is crossing over without permission.”

Jade’s mouth parted. Her thoughts spiraled. Luke. His ghost. The levitation. The voice that told her she didn’t belong. “Is that what happened to Luke? He crossed the Veil?”

Kelvin hesitated. “Luke’s death was no accident, Jade. He was lured into the threshold by a Shadow Caller. They prey on people close to witches’ bloodlines—especially when the witch is unaware of her powers.”

The floor beneath her felt like it was shifting. “Are you saying he died... because of me?”

“You were the target,” Kelvin said softly. “He was collateral damage.”

Tears welled in her eyes. Her hands clenched into trembling fists. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because you weren’t ready,” Kelvin said. “You had to awaken on your own. The mark proves it.”

“Mark?” Jade asked, looking down at herself.

Kelvin extended a hand. “May I?”

She nodded, reluctantly lifting her left sleeve. There, etched into her forearm like a faint birthmark, was a twisting sigil—half moon, half flame, surrounded by a circle of ancient runes.

Jade gasped. “That wasn’t there before.”

“It appeared after your first encounter with the Veil,” Kelvin said. “The mark of Kora. It means the bloodline has reactivated. You’ve been chosen.”

“Chosen for what?” she whispered.

“To either repair the Veil… or watch the realms collide.”

A sudden knock thundered through the air, loud and violent, shaking the very walls. Jade flinched.

Kelvin’s expression darkened. “They found us.”

“Who?” she asked.

“The Kik,” he said. “Ancient witches bound in dwarf form. In their true state, they’re hideous, but they’ve learned to disguise themselves. They serve the Cracked Realm—where time doesn’t move forward or backward.”

Another knock followed, this time accompanied by a whisper so shrill it pierced Jade’s skull.

“Give her to us, Kelvin. She is ours!”

Kelvin grabbed a wooden staff from the wall and slammed its butt to the floor. A barrier of golden light erupted around the office.

“You need to go,” he said urgently. “They can’t breach this shield for long.”

“I’m not leaving without answers!” Jade shouted.

“You want answers?” Kelvin reached into a locked drawer and pulled out a black envelope, sealed with a wax symbol identical to the mark on her arm. “Go to the chapel on campus. Midnight. Alone. Burn this letter at the altar.”

“What will happen?”

He looked her dead in the eye. “Your mother will answer.”

“My mother?” she stuttered. “I’m adopted!”

Kelvin didn’t answer. He handed her the envelope and pointed to the back exit. “Go, now!”

Jade darted through the narrow mysterious hallway—a path created by Kelvin for her escape as the barrier trembled behind her. The knocking grew into pounding. She could hear chanting—ancient, dark, relentless.

She didn’t stop running until she reached her dorm. Lucy isn’t here, thankfully. She slammed the door shut, locked it, and collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

Her fingers trembled as she held the envelope. What did he mean her mother would answer? She knew nothing about her adoption—not even a hint from her parents she lived with. But the truth? She was adopted as a baby from a remote village. Her adoptive parents never told her any of it, and until now, she never had a reason to ask.

Jade tucked the envelope into her bag. No matter what, she had to reach the chapel.

Midnight – Kingston Chapel

The campus was eerily silent as Jade approached the chapel. The iron gates creaked open on their own. The chapel, built in 1887, was rarely used. Most students called it haunted and avoided it altogether.

Jade stepped inside, the heavy wooden doors closing behind her. Candles flickered along the pews, though no one had lit them. The air smelled like burnt myrrh and old tears.

She walked to the altar and placed the envelope in a brass bowl. Her heart thundered in her chest.

She struck a match. “Here goes nothing,” she whispered.

The flame caught. As the letter burned, a soft hum began to vibrate through the room. Symbols began to glow on the floor beneath her feet. The air warped. The pews flickered out of existence.

Suddenly, she wasn’t in the chapel anymore.

She stood in a vast void filled with crimson mist. Before her stood a tall woman in a black veil, her hands outstretched.

“Jade…” the woman whispered, her voice echoing like a thousand whispers in one.

“Are you... my real mother?”

The woman removed her veil. Her face mirrored Jade’s—but older, more regal, with eyes that pulsed with moonlight. “I am Kora. One of your ancestress.”

Jade dropped to her knees. “Why me?”

“Because the Veil is cracking,” Kora said. “And only my blood can mend it. You were hidden, protected. But now… the shadows know you live.”

Jade rose to her feet. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Three things,” Kora said. “Unseal your full power. Find the Three Keys of Binding. And do not trust—”

A shadow swept through the mist, cutting Kora off mid-sentence.

“Kora!” Jade shouted.

“Do not trust the—”

The mist collapsed. The woman vanished. She was hoping to see her real mother. Nevertheless, it’s worth it—seeing her ancestress—Kora.

And Jade found herself back in the chapel, alone.

But she wasn’t truly alone.

Behind her, a figure stepped out from the shadows.

Kelvin.

Only... his eyes were glowing red.

“K-Kelvin?”

He smirked. “Did you meet her?”

“What... what just happened?”

“Oh, you’ve only just begun to wake up,” he said with a chuckle. “But I’m afraid this is where the game changes.”

He lifted his hand—and from her bag, the envelope she had burned flew back into his palm, untouched by fire.

Jade’s eyes widened in terror. “What are you?”

Kelvin’s smile widened unnaturally. “A servant of truth... and its destroyer.”

Then the chapel doors slammed shut, and the candles extinguished one by one—until only darkness remained.

The chapel was swallowed whole by silence.

The last candle had hissed into nothing, leaving Jade standing in a darkness so thick it felt alive—pressing against her skin, breathing on her neck.

She could hear only her heartbeat, frantic and uneven. Then, footsteps. Slow, deliberate, echoing against the wooden floorboards as if the chapel itself had become a hollow chest.

“Kelvin…” her voice cracked, trembling.

The figure moved closer. She could just make out the faint glow of his eyes—still red, still wrong.

“Didn’t I warn you not to trust what you see here?” he said, his words curling into the darkness like smoke.

Her throat tightened. “You… you’re not him. You can’t be.”

He laughed, a low, guttural sound that didn’t belong to the smooth, confident lawyer she thought she knew. “Not him? Or perhaps more of him than you’ve ever seen.”

Jade backed up, her shoulder colliding with the edge of a pew. Splinters bit her skin. She barely felt it over the adrenaline rushing through her veins.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded. “Why are you doing this?”

Kelvin tilted his head, his eyes burning brighter. “Want? You mistake me for a beggar. I was here long before your kind drew breath. I watched Kora rise. I watched her fall. And now—” he raised his hand, the envelope suspended between his fingers, pristine despite it was burnt earlier “—I watch her bloodline struggle to crawl out of the shadows.”

The floorboards beneath Jade shivered, groaning under some unseen weight. From the cracks, black smoke seeped upward, curling around her ankles like chains.

“No…” she whispered, trying to yank her feet free. The smoke clung tighter.

“Luke tried to save you,” Kelvin went on. “Poor fool. He thought his love would shield you from the Veil. Instead, it delivered him to me.”

Jade’s heart dropped. “You… you killed him?”

Kelvin smirked. “Killed? Such a mortal word. I rewrote him. Bent him until he broke. Do you want to see what’s left of your sweet Luke?”

“Stop it!” she screamed, but her voice cracked under the weight of her fear.

Kelvin snapped his fingers. The chapel pulsed with a faint, unnatural light. From the far corner, a shape staggered forward.

Her stomach turned to ice.

It was Luke—or what once had been Luke. His eyes were hollow sockets of shadow. His mouth hung open in a silent scream, and his body twitched like a marionette pulled by cruel strings.

“Jade…” his voice was guttural, distorted, but it carried the echo of his soul. “Why… didn’t you save me?”

Tears blurred her vision. “Luke… no, this isn’t you! This isn’t real!”

Kelvin’s laughter filled the air. “Real? Reality bends for those who control it. And you, Jade, are standing on the edge of two worlds. One step—and you’ll never climb back.”

The floor beneath her split, glowing with veins of crimson light. The chapel groaned as if alive, its walls stretching higher, shadows spilling down like curtains.

Her phone buzzed suddenly in her pocket, shrill in the suffocating dark. She fumbled for it, yanking it free with trembling fingers. The screen lit her face, its glow a fragile lifeline.

The caller ID made her freeze.

Luke.

Her hand shook so hard she almost dropped it. Against every instinct, she swiped to answer.

Static. Then a whisper: “Jade… run…”

Her blood chilled. “Luke? Is that really you?”

The line broke into distorted crackles, then the voice again, louder, more desperate: “It’s not him. Don’t trust—”

The call cut.

The phone slipped from her hand and shattered against the stone floor.

She staggered back, gasping for breath. “What are you?” she whispered to Kelvin, her voice thin and hollow.

His smile widened unnaturally, teeth sharp as glass. “I am the crack in the Veil. I am the shadow in your blood. And soon…” He stepped closer, the shadows thickening around him. “Soon, you will be mine.”

The doors of the chapel suddenly rattled violently, as if something—someone—was trying to break in. The pounding shook the floor, rattling the pews.

Kelvin’s eyes flicked toward the entrance, irritation breaking through his grin. “Persistent pests,” he muttered.

The pounding grew louder, accompanied by muffled voices chanting in a tongue Jade didn’t recognize. The air thickened, humming with energy that made the hairs on her arms rise.

The smoke binding her ankles loosened. For one fleeting second, she was free.

Run, a voice whispered in her head. It wasn’t Luke’s. It wasn’t Kelvin’s. It was older, colder—yet somehow familiar.

Without thinking, Jade bolted toward the side aisle, her shoes slamming against the wooden floor. Kelvin’s roar followed her.

“You cannot escape me, witch!”

The shadows surged after her, reaching with clawed hands. She dove between pews, her lungs burning, her heart racing so loud it drowned out the world.

Then—light.

A beam of pure white light burst through the stained-glass window, shattering it into a rain of colored shards. The shadows recoiled, hissing. Kelvin staggered back, shielding his face.

In the fractured light stood three hooded figures, their outlines blurred, their presence heavy with ancient authority.

Jade collapsed to her knees, gasping for air, her body trembling from head to toe.

Kelvin snarled. “You shouldn’t be here!”

One of the hooded figures lifted a hand, and the light spread across the chapel, peeling away layers of shadow like burning paper.

Kelvin’s red eyes locked on Jade, his smile returning, sinister and certain.

“This isn’t over, little witch. This is only the beginning.”

And with that, his form dissolved into smoke, vanishing into the cracks of the floor.

The light steadied. The shadows retreated.

Jade lifted her head, her vision blurred by tears and fear. The hooded figures stepped closer, their movements soundless.

“Who… who are you?” she whispered.

The tallest lowered their hood just enough for her to glimpse pale, ageless eyes glowing with silver fire.

“We are the Watchers of the Veil,” the figure said, their voice deep, resonant, and terrifyingly calm. “And you, Jade Billy, have been marked.”

Her breath hitched. “Marked… for what?”

The figure leaned closer, the weight of their presence suffocating her.

“For war.”

The chapel groaned again, the floor trembling beneath her knees. But this time, the tremor came not from within—but from something vast and waiting outside.

The Watcher’s eyes burned into hers. “And it has already begun.”