Story 230: Remnants of the Past

As Damien and Lena emerged from the crumbling lair, the twilight sky was tinged with an eerie calm. The air was thick, and Damien could feel the aftermath of his clash with the Zombie King weighing on him. Though the darkness was defeated, something inside him felt… incomplete.

“You did it, Damien. The King is gone,” Lena said, her voice soft with relief, yet edged with worry as she looked at him.

But Damien couldn’t shake a strange emptiness, like he’d left a piece of himself behind. Glimpses of half-forgotten memories flitted through his mind—faces, voices, places he couldn’t recognize, yet they felt familiar.

“I should feel more at peace,” he replied, staring into the distance. “But I keep seeing these flashes… memories that don’t belong to me.”

Lena’s brow furrowed, concern etched into her expression. “Maybe breaking the King’s power fractured more than just his essence. Maybe… it unlocked something in you.”