Story 251: The Rising Battle

The air crackled with tension as Damien and Mira stood shoulder-to-shoulder, facing down the approaching horde. Behind them, the Warden’s Post bustled with survivors arming themselves for the inevitable clash. They were outnumbered, with the undead marching relentlessly forward, led by Bishop, whose eyes glinted with a twisted triumph.

“Stay close to me, Mira,” Damien said, gripping his weapon tightly. “This time, it’s all or nothing.”

Mira gave him a quick nod, her face set with fierce determination. She clutched the amulet, now glowing faintly in her hand. They had debated destroying it, but it seemed fate had chosen otherwise. If Bishop wanted it, they’d have to keep it from him at all costs.