Story 253: The Descent into Hollow’s Reach

Damien and Mira trudged through a thick, misty forest toward Hollow’s Reach, the hidden crypt revealed by the Oracle’s map. Around them, the eerie silence of the woods amplified every crackle of leaves underfoot, the faintest echo of whispers haunting their steps.

As they neared the crypt’s entrance, an ancient iron gate loomed before them, covered in twisted vines and thick layers of rust. The amulet around Mira’s neck pulsed gently, its light faintly illuminating the gate’s intricate engravings.

“Looks like this is it,” Damien murmured, tracing the marks with his fingers. “This place must have been locked away for centuries.”

Mira nodded, pressing her hand against the amulet. “I can feel something—a presence, memories buried here. But it’s as if they’re… watching us.”