nyslfriends Chapter 35: [Veiled Serpent]
Chapter 35: [Veiled Serpent]
Chapter 35: [Veiled Serpent]"Perfect," he whispered to himself.
Carefully, he wrapped a coarse cloak around his mouth and nose, concealing his features further.
Without hurry, he stepped down from the carriage and melted into the bustling streets, his movements measured and quiet, becoming just another face in the crowd.
Kael had spent some time re
The man stepped down. He wore no cloak of nobility, no sigil — only a simple tunic and gloves. But what caught Kael’s eye was the flash of black and green in his hand.
The same card.
Without a word, the man raised two fingers and gestured: follow.
Kael nodded, falling in step behind him.
They weaved through silent alleys, each more forgotten than the last. Moss-covered stone, rusted lanterns, buildings that hadn’t seen life in decades — it was the kind of place that even beggars avoided.
Eventually, they stopped before a blank stone wall.
The man turned and pointed — not at a door, but at a groove of the wall exactly the size of the card.
Kael frowned but inserted the card into a thin groove carved into the stone.
Just as he was about to turn to the man to ask what next—
THUD!
The man didn’t hesitate. With one fluid motion, he lunged forward and kicked Kael square in the back.
"What the—?!" Kael shouted — but too late.
His body flew forward and passed straight through the wall as if it were smoke.
The cold stone never touched him — instead, there was a strange pull, like being yanked through a veil of water.
He stumbled inside, arms flailing, and barely caught himself on the other side.
Kael blinked.
"...Could’ve just said it was a door," he muttered, stepping inside.
It was a narrow, dim corridor — damp stone walls barely lit by flickering green lanterns. The air smelled of dust and secrets.
Kael steadied his breath. His face was exposed now — but no one seemed to care.
Ahead, a tall figure in green-black robes turned silently and began walking.
"Follow me," the man said — voice low, clipped, and without emotion.
Kael gave a short nod and stepped forward, his boots echoing softly on the stone floor as the corridor swallowed him whole.
Soon, they stopped near a large, iron-framed door. The man in black-green robes said nothing, simply turned and stepped aside.
Kael sighed. "Why is everyone here allergic to talking?" he muttered, pushing open the door himself.
The moment he stepped in, the scent of jasmine and spice filled his nose — warm, intoxicating. The contrast to the cold stone corridor was startling.
Then he saw her.
Lounging on a velvet sofa was a woman of stunning beauty — almost otherworldly.
Long black hair tumbled over her bare shoulders, and her emerald eyes gleamed like a predator’s in candlelight.
Her clothes were barely that, designed more to draw attention than cover skin.
"Welcome to the Veiled Serpent, Kaelion," she purred, voice dipped in honey and shadows.
Kael froze, blank.
His brain stalled.