Story 724: The Harvest of Shadows

The blood moon hung low over the Rotting Cathedral, bathing its decrepit spires in a sickly crimson glow. The battlefield outside was eerily still—the shattered remains of Aldric and his doomed brigade lay strewn across the cursed soil, their bones twisted into grotesque shapes.

Selene Nocturna stood at the threshold of her domain, her blackened lips curling into a smirk as she stepped over the remnants of her latest victims. The mist clung to her form like a living shroud, writhing and twisting as if feeding off the despair in the air.

"Fools." She whispered, kneeling beside Aldric’s broken remains. She pressed her decayed fingers against his skull, muttering an incantation.

The air grew cold. The bones twitched. A grotesque moan rose from the shattered corpse as its form reassembled itself, sinew knitting together in unnatural shapes.

Aldric’s lifeless eyes snapped open—empty, void of all humanity.

"Rise, my knight. Serve me in death, since you failed in life."