Story 1092: Necropolis Rising

The dead city was waking.

Beneath a sky smothered in perpetual twilight, Necropolis stirred like an ancient beast shaking off the dust of endless sleep. Once a graveyard of forgotten empires, now it rose stone by stone, bone by bone, clawing its way back into the living world.

The black towers spiraled upward from the cracked earth, stitched together from mausoleums, shattered cathedrals, and the remnants of countless lost civilizations. Foul winds howled through the hollow windows, carrying the distant tolling of bells that had not been rung in a thousand lifetimes.

At the center of the rising ruin stood the Crown Tomb, a monument to the first and greatest king of the dead: Emperor Veylos, a tyrant so cruel that death itself had refused him rest.