Story 1090: The Burnt Offering

The ruins of Ashfen Hollow were a place where even the dead dared not linger.

It was said that when the blood rains fell and the fires swept through the world, something ancient had been awakened in Ashfen—a hunger that could not be sated by death alone. It craved something purer. Something still screaming.

They called it the Burnt Offering.

No one knew what it truly was. Only that those who entered Ashfen never returned whole... if they returned at all.

Cress Vale, a grim-faced survivor marked by ash tattoos, had lost everything to the infection—her home, her family, her sanity. When she heard rumors of an ancient altar still smoking in Ashfen, she didn’t hesitate.

Not for salvation.

For revenge.