Damien Rook and Lena made their way through the crumbling streets, the Scepter of Aegis now firmly in Damien’s grasp. The relic thrummed with power, its silver surface glowing faintly even in the darkened alleys of the city. With this weapon, they had a fighting chance to defeat the Zombie King and end the undead plague. But something in the air felt off, a tension building between them since they left the cathedral.
The silence between them had grown heavy, and Damien couldn’t shake the feeling that Lena was hiding something. Ever since they escaped the Wraith Lord, she’d been distant, avoiding eye contact and refusing to speak about the journey ahead.
“You haven’t said much since we got the scepter,” Damien finally said, his voice low but cutting through the night air.
Lena didn’t stop walking. “We have bigger problems than small talk, Rook. We’re not out of this yet.”