Story 222: The Alliance of Shadows

Damien and Lena pressed on through the dense forest that bordered the dark mountains, heading toward an ancient sanctuary rumored to hold secrets about the Zombie King’s powers. The Scepter of Aegis had grown heavier with each passing day, and Damien felt the creeping exhaustion clawing at him. But he couldn’t stop, not when they were so close.

As they neared the sanctuary, Damien noticed a faint glow filtering through the trees—a campsite. He motioned for Lena to stay back, creeping forward to get a closer look. A tall figure stood by the fire, his armor dark and jagged, his face hidden under a shadowed hood. Damien’s hand went to his revolver, but he froze when he recognized the insignia on the figure’s chest—a mark of the Cult of Exiles, sworn enemies of the Zombie King.

The figure turned slowly, as if aware of Damien’s presence. “Damien Rook,” the stranger called, his voice a smooth, menacing whisper. “I’ve been expecting you.”