Story 750: The Hollow Coronation

The Rotting Cathedral loomed over Black Hollow like a decayed monument to death itself. Its once-majestic spires were now draped in sinew and rot, adorned with the writhing remains of the Laughing Dead. Their endless, hysterical cackles echoed through the desecrated halls, a choir of insanity that sang praises to their plagueborne queen.

Selene Nocturna stood before the great altar, her figure bathed in the sickly glow of necrotic lanterns. Her smirk was cruel, her golden eyes burning like embers in the dark, a contrast to the withered corpses bowing before her. Tonight, she would cement her reign over the forsaken city.

A twisted procession moved through the cathedral. The Revenant Knight, clad in rusted armor, carried the severed head of Black Hollow’s last bishop—its face frozen in a grotesque grin, lips split from the Laughing Plague’s final gift.