A heavy silence choked the air over Blackmoor. The once-thriving city now lay in the pale embrace of death, its streets slick with decay. Shadows twisted unnaturally, moving not from the flicker of torches, but from the will of something far more sinister.
Selene Nocturna stood amidst it all, a dark queen surveying her broken kingdom. Blood stained her lips, and her golden eyes shimmered with cruel amusement. Her latest victim—the once-proud knight of the Silver Order—now knelt at her feet, convulsing. His veins, once strong and pulsing with purpose, now bulged with a sickly black rot.
"Shh..." Selene whispered, crouching beside him. Her gloved hand traced the side of his sweat-drenched face, her touch ice-cold. "Let it in. Let me in."
The knight gasped, his mouth stretching wide in an unnatural grin.
He was hers now.
A sudden shriek broke the stillness. Selene turned, her hood falling slightly to reveal the sinister smirk curving her lips.