Chapter 47 Reflections In The Veil

• The second I followed him, the whole forest changed.
• At first, the silver leaves had this weird moonlit shimmer—almost magical, if you ignored the creepy vibe squeezing my lungs. But then the branches started tangling up on themselves, knotting so tight overhead it felt like walking into a cage. The air suddenly felt as thick as soup. The glowing tether flickered hard, like it was going to snap.
• I looked over my shoulder. The way back was gone. The Veil just ate it right up.