The portal to the Third Space had flickered open again鈥攁 sickly, greenish rift above the university library. This time, however, it wasn鈥檛 an accident. Someone had opened it. A betrayal. Professor Thorne, her mentor and reluctant ally, had vanished days prior, leaving behind cryptic notes about "the Veil thinning" and warnings etched in old Eltheric runes. Worse, the Third Space itself was unraveling: forests twisted into ink-black spirals, rivers flowed backward, and whispers of the Hollow Court鈥攁n ancient order of forsaken magic鈥攅choed in the wind.