Story 252: Shadows of the Past

After the clash at Warden’s Post, Damien and Mira pressed onward, putting distance between themselves and Bishop’s forces. They found refuge in a forgotten valley, nestled beneath twisted trees and guarded by ancient stone markers. The valley was quiet, the silence heavy with secrets, a hidden world lost to time.

They made camp, the dim light of their fire casting shadows across their faces. Damien leaned against a fallen tree, his gaze flickering between Mira and the amulet that hung around her neck. There was a new intensity in her, a mystery that seemed intertwined with the amulet’s power.

“I think I know why Bishop wants it so badly,” Mira said, her voice soft. “The amulet has a link to something older than the undead themselves—something that could bring all of this to an end.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. “You think the amulet can actually stop the undead?”