Story 257: Shadows of the Abyss

Damien and Mira traveled through an eerie forest, following the map's clues toward the Sorrow King’s lair. The trees loomed like twisted sentinels, branches reaching out as if to snatch them. The air was thick, almost suffocating, each step forward pulling them deeper into the shadowed realm.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” Mira asked, glancing nervously at the dark canopy above.

“According to the map, we’re close,” Damien replied, scanning the surroundings. “But something feels… off.”

Ahead, they noticed a faint, ghostly blue light hovering above the ground. It moved slowly, weaving between the trees, as if inviting them to follow. Mira hesitated, clutching her amulet. “This could be a trap.”

Damien gave a nod. “It’s likely, but we don’t have any other leads. Stay sharp.”