Location: Avalon – Starborn Academy
The war had changed. It was no longer fought with armies or spells, but with ideas—and only the bravest could stand at the fault line of belief and illusion.
To fight the Veilbound, the multiverse needed more than warriors.
It needed Revelators.
These were not chosen by prophecy or bloodline. They were trained to see through lies, to resist the siren song of false paradise, and to reveal truth in its rawest, most painful form. Every recruit had survived trauma, rebirth, or reality-warping madness. Only those who had faced oblivion could help others reject it.
Eira Potter was the first.
She led the inaugural class: twenty-one gifted beings from across the multiverse, each with a unique perception of truth.
Some came from destroyed realities.
Some had been Veilbound and broke free.
All had seen the edge of unbeing—and stepped back.
The Trials of Truth
To be a Revelator, strength wasn't enough.
They had to pass The Four Trials, ancient tests hidden within the deepest layers of the Starborn Flame.
The Mirror Trial – Each candidate entered a memory loop showing the moment they nearly lost themselves. They had to confront their past without changing it, only accepting it.
The Trial of Silence – No magic. No tools. No allies. Only their mind and the whispers of the Veil. Most failed.
The Trial of Light and Lies – In this test, the Flame created a false world so beautiful, so perfect, that leaving it felt like death. It was the Veilbound's paradise—without chains.
The Trial of the Flame – The final test. A shard of Phoenix fire was planted in their soul. Only those who burned but did not break became true Revelators.
Out of twenty-one, only nine passed.
Each of them bore a mark on their chest—The Flame of Revelation, a living symbol that shimmered when illusions were near.
Their names would be remembered: Eira. Syla. Leo Stark. Kara. Nirel the Forgotten. A mutant named Hollow. The blind Kryptonian Kalen. Draxia of the Deadworld. And Talin, last heir of Atlantis.
The First Mission
The council didn't wait.
The nine were deployed to World Shard-74, a fractured realm half-consumed by the Veilbound, where illusions wove around the cities like vines. People no longer knew they were enslaved—because they believed they were free.
The team arrived under cloaked light, appearing in an abandoned cathedral whose steeple pulsed with Veil energy. The streets outside were quiet—too quiet. Even the birdsong was artificial.
Eira gave the order: split into pairs.
"We don't fight unless we reveal," she reminded them. "This isn't war. It's awakening."
Inside the cathedral, they found a priest kneeling beneath a glowing veil, whispering prayers to a formless entity called The Harmony. As Talin reached out to him, the priest turned—and smiled.
"Welcome, children of suffering," he said. "You don't have to hurt anymore."
Syla reacted first. Her voice rose in a single, pure note—truth wrapped in sound—and the illusion cracked.
For a heartbeat, the priest screamed.
Then his form unraveled into a twisted Veilbound Echo.
"You cannot unsee paradise," it hissed.
"No," Eira said, stepping forward, Phoenix flames in her hand. "But we can show them what it costs."
Revelation and Resistance
The team split into zones: Kara and Kalen moved to the upper district, breaking mass illusion networks. Leo and Nirel infiltrated the government archives to find the Veilbound conversion core. Hollow and Draxia helped civilians awaken.
One by one, street by street, truth returned.
But the more they revealed, the more violently the Veilbound responded.
Reality itself fought back—turning sidewalks into memory loops, shifting buildings into scenes of false happiness, throwing the Revelators into internal storms of doubt.
In the heart of the city, Eira reached the Veil Core—a massive crystal that pulsed with borrowed belief, powered by a child's dream projected endlessly.
"It's beautiful," she whispered, tears in her eyes.
"Because it's a lie," Leo said beside her. "That's why it works."
Together, they struck.
Phoenix fire met StarkTech disruptors, and the Veil Core shattered.
The city woke up screaming.
But they were free.
Return to Avalon
When the team returned, they were greeted by cheers—but no celebration. Their work was only beginning.
Over one hundred worlds remained under threat.
Hermione, watching them, turned to Jean and said:
"We didn't raise warriors. We raised truth-bearers."
"And they're more dangerous than any army," Jean replied.
Harry met his daughter at the gates.
"You did well," he said softly.
Eira, tired and still aflame within, nodded.
"We showed them what was real."
"And now?" he asked.
She looked up, the stars of the multiverse shining above Avalon.
"Now we burn away the veil on every world."
The Veilbound Respond
But the Veilbound were watching.
In a void between realities, they gathered. More than illusions now. More than echoes. They were evolving.
And in their center stood a new figure—tall, robed in black-gold, face hidden.
It spoke only once:
"If truth is their weapon… then we shall make truth itself the lie."
A new warform was born.
The Veilwraith.
It would be sent to Avalon.
And the real war would begin.