Story 283: The Fractured Path

Damien’s hand still tingled from his brief contact with the amulet as he and Mira retreated, the rumble of awakening evil intensifying behind them. They’d barely made it up the stairs of the basement before a wall of force threw them back into the open. The air turned thick with a sour stench, and shadows flickered unnaturally against the warehouse walls.

“Damien, that was no ordinary amulet,” Mira panted, glancing over her shoulder. “It’s like he left a piece of himself there to ward off intruders.”

Damien steadied her, his eyes set and determined. “Then that piece must be crucial to the Zombie King’s power. Destroying it could weaken him.”