Story 888: The Whispering Hunger

The city was no longer silent.

Something moved beneath the streets—a pulse, a whisper, a growing hunger. The Hollowborn was gone, but its presence lingered like a disease, spreading through the very bones of the ruined metropolis.

And Evelyn could feel it.

The Infection Spreads

Mia ran her fingers along the crumbling walls of an abandoned building. The concrete was breathing. Not metaphorically—it was actually moving, expanding, contracting, like lungs.

Leon gritted his teeth. "This place is wrong."

Reaper adjusted his grip on Lucas, who was still weak from blood loss. “We need to move before it—”

A low hum filled the air.

It came from everywhere.

The walls, the ground, even the sky.

And then, a voice.

"I see you."

The Hollowborn’s Call

Evelyn’s heart pounded. It was speaking directly to them. Not through sound—but through thought.

It was inside their minds.