Asher and Valeris stood at the base of a jagged cliffside, the winds above them howling with a strange cadence—almost like whispers layered atop one another. Mist clung to the rocks like ancient breath, veiling the entrance from mortal sight.
"This is it," Asher said softly, eyes narrowing as he raised his hand.
He traced a sigil into the air—one only someone attuned to Void essence could perceive. The rocks shivered. The mist thickened, then spiraled inward like a draining vortex.
A heartbeat passed.
Then two.
The cliffside rippled.
A seam appeared across the rock—vertical, unnatural, and humming with sealed force. Roots recoiled from it, stone groaned as something forgotten began to stir.
It wasn't a gate carved or built.
It was grown into reality itself.
A forgotten Void Lock Gate, hidden in dimensional overlap—only visible to those who possessed enough Void resonance to wake it.
