Lyra led Einar and Zephyr to an area where the veil shimmered most intensely, the dark expanse of the Void visible through the thinning barrier.
It felt like standing on the edge of a precipice, with an endless abyss yawning before them.
"This is a nexus point of weakness," Lyra projected, her gaze focused.
"Einar, this is where we will attempt to apply the counter-resonance you discovered. Zephyr, maintain a perimeter ward, be ready for any further incursions."
Einar nodded, focusing his inner sense. He recalled the intricate patterns of Void energy he had seen in the Chambers of the Veils.
Now, he had to translate that knowledge into action, channeling the volatile absence into a precise frequency that would reinforce the tattered veil.
He reached out with his Void sense, feeling the discordant vibrations of Gorok's influence weakening the barrier.
Taking a deep, silent breath, he began to emit the specific patterns of Void energy he had learned. It was like speaking a language of non-existence, a subtle counter-melody to the chaotic tune of corruption.
The shimmering of the veil in front of him intensified, but instead of tearing further, it began to… stabilize. The edges of the thin spots seemed to knit themselves together, the darkness beyond receding slightly. It was a delicate process, requiring immense concentration.
A flicker of too much power, or an incorrect frequency, could potentially widen the tear.
Lyra watched intently, her white lightblade held ready.
"The energy feels… different. More stable. Keep it up, Einar."
Zephyr, his orange light blazing, maintained a vigilant watch, his Radiant Flow forming a protective dome around them.
The desolate stillness of the Expanse felt charged, as if the very air was holding its breath, waiting for Gorok's reaction.
As Einar continued to emit the precise Void frequencies, he could feel a subtle resistance, a lingering echo of Gorok's influence trying to disrupt his efforts.
He focused further, drawing deeper upon his connection to the Void, his will unwavering. The patterns he projected became clearer, more resonant with the natural frequencies of the veil.
Slowly, painstakingly, the weakened section of the veil began to mend. The shimmering subsided, the darkness beyond retreated, and a sense of renewed stability permeated the air. It was not a complete restoration, but the dangerous thinness had been significantly reinforced.
"It's working," Zephyr projected, a hint of relief in his voice. "I can feel the energy around us… it feels calmer."
Lyra nodded, a rare hint of satisfaction in her luminous eyes. "Indeed. This knowledge… it will be invaluable."
Their first attempt to mend the veils had been successful.
The Silent Sands Expanse, though still scarred, was a little safer. But Einar knew this was just the beginning.
Gorok would not stop, and the knowledge they had gained would be essential in the battles to come.