Story 258: The Dark Pact

Damien and Mira stepped into the shadowed chamber, where the massive door towered before them. Ancient carvings etched into its surface glowed faintly, pulsing with dark energy. Mira held her amulet tight, its soft light casting eerie shadows across the room.

“This is it,” Mira whispered. “The Sorrow King’s lair is beyond this door.”

Damien’s hand tightened around his weapon. “We’ll finish this, together.”

They pushed open the door, the old stone creaking as it revealed a vast throne room, filled with towering columns and dark, twisted statues. The air grew cold, and a sense of dread washed over them. At the center of the room sat the Sorrow King, his presence both regal and menacing. His armor was jet black, his eyes like two smoldering coals beneath his hooded cloak.

“So, the last of the living come to challenge me,” the Sorrow King spoke, his voice a dark echo.

Damien took a step forward, his gaze steady. “Your reign ends today.”