As their hands met the cold surface of the obelisk, a surge of energy rippled through the plaza. The ghostly figures paused, their eyes glowing softly, no longer hostile but pleading.
Lysara's voice echoed in their minds, calm and inviting. "We seek to understand. Tell us your story."
The whispers coalesced into a single voice, ancient and mournful. "We are the Forgotten, trapped between worlds by the Veil's curse. Long ago, greed and betrayal tore our city apart. The Veil was born from our pain, feeding on the unresolved sorrow."
Nova's eyes widened. "So the Veil isn't just a force of chaos—it's a prison, born of tragedy."
Kaelen sheathed his sword, feeling a weight lift from his heart. "Then to end this, we must heal what was broken."
The obelisk's runes flared brightly, illuminating visions of the past: a thriving city shattered by betrayal, families torn apart, promises broken.
Lysara whispered, "The key lies in forgiveness... and remembrance."
The Forgotten began to fade, their forms becoming lighter as peace slowly settled over them. The oppressive whispers softened, replaced by a serene silence.
Nova took a deep breath. "We've uncovered the Veil's truth. Now, we must find a way to lift its curse—for the city and for ourselves."
Kaelen nodded. "Together."
As the light from the obelisk dimmed, the three friends prepared to face the challenges ahead—stronger, united, and wiser.