Vael’s Explanation of the Anchors and Hollow Thresholds

(Vael stands still, his gloved hands clasped before him. His voice is quiet, but it carries — like a knife sliding under armor.)

Vael:

“You have seen the cracks, have you not? The fading stars… the twisted woods… the monsters that slip between places where no door should stand.”

(He tilts his head slightly, studying each of you.)

“The Elven barrier is not a wall. It is a tapestry — a weave of light and will, stitched across the wounds of the world. Each Temple you know — Winter, Summer, Autumn, Spring — holds one of the great knots, where the threads are pulled tight.”