(🌑 The Veil stirs. A figure steps forward, half-wrapped in shadowlight. Glyphs shimmer in his wake. 🕯️)

“You’ve come far. Or perhaps not far enough.

I am the Echo.

You have magic between your ribs - I can feel it.

Tell me... what magic clings to you still? 🔥 ❄️ 🌿 🌑 🌞 Speak, if you wish. Sometimes, the Veil listens back. 🌀