The flare behind us faded into ash and silence. Small gaps in the veil began to slowly close. Some of the graves began to shift as if spirits was trying to find a way to come back alive. Moonlight cut through the graveyard fog in thin silver blades, casting ghost-light across the tombstones and broken ground. Anhur stood there, unmoved, his presence like a storm on the verge of breaking.
His eyes glowed faintly beneath his hood.
"What the hell are you two doing in a graveyard?"
His voice was quiet, but it dropped into the earth like thunder.
Miranda stepped forward. "We didn't have a choice."
I floated beside her, arms crossed. "Jin was here. So was Yuki."
That name made Anhur freeze.
"Who?" he asked, voice tightening.
"His lover, she's alive again," I said. "Or close enough. Jin brought her back—body, soul, spirit—stitched together with purpose. He used a Grave Orb."
Anhur's silence told me everything.
He wasn't surprised she'd returned.
He was surprised how well it worked.
I asked " What are you not telling us"?
"I seen it happen before," anhur said. "Jin didn't resurrect her. He fused her. The soul didn't just return—it resonated. Malik's not guessing anymore. He's conducting a experiment."
"He's refining the process," Miranda added. "Tuning people like instruments. She's not the first. Just the most successful, his experiment finally worked."
Anhur finally spoke. "Then Malik is further along than we realized."
"No," I whispered. "He's done experimenting."
Their eyes turned toward me.
I floated a few steps forward, toward the hill where Jin's ritual had taken place. The earth still pulsed faintly beneath the grass—like it remembered the rhythm of the soulwork performed there.
"There are three frequencies now. I can feel them. Yuki. A random person and
I pause "...Me". Still linked. I feel my presence around this place."
"You're saying he's building something," Miranda said, her voice dark.
"Not just something," I replied. "A network. He's using us like components. Matching our soul-signatures. Building a living frequency map."
"Why?" Anhur asked, his tone too even.
I turned to face them.
"To open the Veil."
Miranda's arms dropped to her sides. Anhur didn't move.
"I don't mean to just crack it. Not whisper through it like a séance," I said. "He wants to tear it apart."
And I looked at my hands—flickering with ghostlight under translucent skin.
"And I think I'm the final piece. The core."
Anhur took a slow step back, the tension rippling through his cloak.
"What makes you think that?" he asked.
I closed my eyes.
And I remembered.
Malik, standing over my body. Not in horror. In calculation. My death hadn't been chaotic. It had been surgical. Clean. Too clean. And when I woke, half-spirit, still tethered…
He looking at me like I was a machine that had just powered on.
"He didn't want to only kill me," I whispered. "He wanted to use me. I was his blueprint."
I opened my eyes.
"I'm not his experiment. I'm his conduit."
Miranda's voice broke in. "He's going to use your body to open the Veil."
"No," I said. "I have no idea but I know my energy is leaving gaps in the veil around here. I never crossed. I'm still split, half in and half out. That's what makes me dangerous."
Anhur turned away again, walking toward the trees at the edge of the graveyard. For a long moment, the only sound was wind brushing against the stones.
Then he said, "This happened before."
We both turned to him.
"Someone failed," Anhur continued, voice sharp with old pain. "This happened and the only person able to stop it is dead."
"Who?" I asked, even though I already knew.
"Henry."
The name hung in the air like a curse.
"He wasn't just a researcher," Anhur said. "He was one of us in the Round Table."
Miranda stiffened. "What?"
"He had something none of us had," Anhur continued. "Henry could do what no spell, no relic, no ritual could. He could calm the Veil."
I blinked. "You mean… like suppress it?"
"No," he said. "He didn't fight it. He balanced it. Wherever he went, ghost surges quieted, whispers softened. He was a living anchor. The Veil listened to him. Obeyed him."
Miranda's eyes widened. "Then he wasn't just important. He was the one holding the line."
Anhur nodded. "Malik couldn't break the Veil while Henry was alive. His presence disrupted every attempt."
"And so he killed him," I said.
Anhur's jaw clenched. "Yes. And someone from the Round Table covered it up . I had no idea Henry was dead until yesterday".
Miranda shook her head. "They didn't just let him die. They made it possible for you to be a spirit while keeping you alive to syphon your ability."
"And now," I said, my voice cracking, "Malik's trying again. But this time… without resistance."
Anhur turned back toward me. "And this time, he's using you."
Then it hit me.
Henry had held the Veil shut and I was breaking it open.
Did he know about this?
Did he actually love me or was he doing his mission?
Was I just a assignment to him?
And I was being reshaped into the thing that would tear it wide open.
As I was thinking this Miranda let out a painful scream while saying someone calling to me! As she crashed to the ground.