Story 893: The Horrors of the Hollowborn

The air was thick with decay, the stench of rotting flesh mixing with the metallic tang of blood. The Hollowborn stood still—watching, waiting. Their grotesque, twisted forms quivered with anticipation, their fang-filled maws dripping with acidic saliva.

Lucas staggered, his mind a storm of voices, whispers, commands. The creatures weren’t just obeying him—they were inside his head.

Evelyn gripped his arm. "Lucas, fight it! You're not one of them!"

His breath came in ragged gasps. "I don’t… think I have a choice."

Suddenly, the Hollowborn stirred.

A new presence slithered into the battlefield.

The Aberration King

From the shadows of the ruined city, a monstrosity emerged. Towering, sinewy, its body stitched from countless victims. Its skin bulged and pulsed like something was alive beneath it.

Its head split open, revealing a gaping abyss lined with writhing tongues. The air shuddered as it let out a chilling, guttural growl.