Intro. Velvet never asked to rule the Veil.
But destiny rarely waits for permission.
The moment she stepped into the in‑between—where shadows breathe and forgotten souls whisper—something ancient stirred. The Veil recognized her before she recognized herself. Its currents bent toward her, its echoes softened, and its creatures, the Veilwalkers, bowed as if greeting a long‑lost queen.
Velvet felt the crown settle on her spirit long before she understood why.
Yet with power came questions.
Visions.
Fragments of a prophecy that spoke her name in a language older than death.
She saw flashes of herself standing at the edge of worlds, commanding legions of Veilwalkers, reshaping fate with a single breath. But she also saw something else—someone else. A figure wrapped in forbidden light, a presence she felt before she ever touched.
He was the one she should have feared.
The one she should have avoided.
The one the prophecy warned her about.