As Damien and Mira escaped the haunted crypt, the air outside felt heavier, a dense mist clinging to the ground and veiling the early dawn. They’d managed to retrieve the cursed journal, which whispered of the Sorrow King—the ancient being who had first unleashed the plague upon humanity. But something felt wrong; an unseen force seemed to follow them, a dark presence growing stronger with each step.
They reached a small abandoned village at the edge of the forest, its houses eerily intact yet devoid of any life. Damien’s instincts flared, sensing a trap. “Let’s keep moving,” he said, gripping his weapon tightly. But Mira, drawn by a strange familiarity, wandered towards an old well in the village square.