Story 385: Whispers of the King

The cool night air hit Zara’s face as she emerged from the collapsing facility, her boots crunching over the scorched earth. The distant roar of explosions faded into silence, but her mind buzzed with the haunting images of the experiments she’d left behind. She paused for a moment, her breaths ragged, and glanced at her wrist communicator. The faint signal confirmed she was far from the reach of the King's minions—for now.

The ground beneath her feet was uneven, scattered with rubble and remnants of the once-hidden laboratory. Zara scanned her surroundings. A dense forest loomed ahead, its dark canopy swaying ominously in the wind. It would provide cover, but also conceal dangers. Clenching her fists, she pressed forward, her senses on high alert.