Story 248: The Heart of Betrayal

Damien, Mira, and Bishop advanced through the desolate ruins of an old town. Silent and eerie, the place looked frozen in time, remnants of life scattered amidst decay. The faint smell of rot lingered in the air, and Damien kept his hand on his weapon, eyes scanning every shadow.

They’d come to these ruins on a tip from Bishop’s contacts—rumors of an ancient artifact that held power over the undead. If they could secure it before the Zombie King, it could shift the balance in their favor. But Damien sensed there was more to this mission than Bishop had shared.

The trio entered the crumbling remains of what had once been a grand cathedral. Moonlight filtered through shattered stained-glass windows, casting ghostly hues on the floor. At the altar, a peculiar glint caught Mira’s eye. She stepped forward, her fingers brushing dust away to reveal an ancient amulet inlaid with dark gems.