Story 979: The Forgotten Threshold

The wind screamed through the ruined cityscape, howling between skeletal skyscrapers that loomed like tombstones in the dark. Mira stood on the rooftop, her heart pounding as she scanned the distant horizon. Draven was gone. Stolen by the Hollow Man.

A bitter wind lashed her face. Below, Zara and Elias worked in tense silence, their nerves frayed. They had all seen what happened on the Ghoul Train—the darkness had swallowed him whole.

"We need to find him," Mira muttered.

Elias took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke like a dying prayer. "And go where? The Hollow Man doesn’t just take people. He unravels them."

Zara tightened her grip on her machete. "We’ve come too far to let him disappear."

Then—a sound.

A low moan rose from the streets below. Shadows shifted between the wreckage, bones scraping against pavement. The undead were waking. But these weren’t normal walkers.