Story 227: Crossroads of Loyalty

Damien, Lena, and Marek pressed deeper into the Zombie King’s lair, each footstep muffled by the unnerving silence that blanketed the realm. The light that had once guided them from the portal dimmed behind, leaving them in near darkness as they edged forward.

Suddenly, Damien felt a prickle of unease—the kind that had saved him more than once. He stopped, scanning the walls. Strange symbols lined the stones, faintly glowing with dark energy. They were marks of ancient magic, warning of traps waiting to ensnare the unwary.

“Watch your steps,” Damien murmured, his voice low. “The King’s set traps here to protect something.”

Marek’s eyes glinted, and he gave Damien a slight nod, a flicker of respect crossing his face. “We wouldn’t expect anything less,” he replied. But there was something unreadable in Marek’s tone, and Damien couldn’t shake the strange feeling gnawing at him.