Story 734: The Hollow Feast

The Rotting Cathedral trembled as Rothwyn collapsed to his knees. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, his fingers clawing at his throat. The infection spread like fire, twisting his insides into something wretched.

Selene Nocturna loomed over him, her grin widening as his pupils darkened, his body convulsing beneath her spell.

"Do you feel it now?" she whispered, circling him like a patient predator. "The hunger… gnawing at the edges of your soul?"

Rothwyn gritted his teeth, forcing himself upright. He wouldn’t surrender—not to her.

With a roar, he thrust his silvered blade forward.

Selene didn’t flinch.

Before the strike could land, the shadows around her thickened, tendrils of decay curling around Rothwyn’s wrist. The sword trembled in his grip as the veins beneath his skin blackened, the corruption spreading faster.

"Tsk, tsk," Selene sighed, pressing a gloved hand to his forehead. "Fighting it only makes it worse, darling."