Story 799: The Last Dance of Plague and Steel

The grand hall of the Rotting Cathedral trembled as Selene Nocturna’s laughter rang through its cursed walls. The Pale Widow stood with arms outstretched, reveling in the chaos around her. The shattered remains of sacred relics lay beneath her boots, desecrated by years of her unholy reign. Behind her, the flickering green glow of her plague lanterns cast eerie shadows, twisting across the ruined pillars.

Kruger stood firm at the entrance, his blade shimmering with celestial light. Around him, the last warriors of the resistance clashed with Selene’s undead army in a final, desperate struggle. The cathedral became a battlefield of steel against bone, of holy fire against necrotic rot.

Selene’s lips curled into a venomous grin. “You look tired, Kruger. Have my children exhausted you already?” Her voice was silk and poison, taunting yet filled with wicked delight.