Story 208: The Wailing Cavern

Damien Rook stood at the mouth of the Wailing Cavern, a jagged wound in the earth, half-swallowed by the surrounding forest. The wind howled through the cave's entrance like the desperate cries of lost souls, an ominous sign for what lay ahead. Legends said no one who entered the cavern ever returned, but Damien wasn’t one for heeding warnings. The last clue he found in the ruins of the Sea Widow had led him here, and he would see it through, no matter the cost.

Beside him, Lena adjusted her blade. “I’m getting real tired of cursed places, Damien,” she said with a wry smile.

“Me too,” Damien replied, but his voice was grim. He had learned that wherever curses lived, the truth wasn’t far behind.