Story 756: The Maw of the Rotting Cathedral

The toll of the Rotting Cathedral’s bells carried across the decayed city, shaking dust from the bones of the dead. The alchemist had escaped—for now. But Selene wasn’t concerned.

Her lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward, her blackened fingers running idly along the twisted architecture of the Cathedral’s entrance. Flesh and stone had merged here, veins of rotting sinew pulsating along the walls. This place had become an extension of her will, a living monument of death.

She let out a slow breath, and the very air shuddered in response.

"Come, my children," she whispered.

From the cathedral’s open maw, the dead emerged. Slouched figures, half-eaten by rot but bound by dark alchemy, clawed their way into the open. Some still carried rusted weapons, remnants of who they once were. Others were merely crawling husks, their flesh patchworked together by Selene’s cruel hand.