Dead Comes to Life

The tavern was filled with frantic energy, and fear hung heavy in the air. Sera, the Guild Leader, stood at the entrance, her face etched with worry. Behind her, a wave of townsfolk surged in, their eyes wide with terror. Several of Sera's guild members, their faces grim, flanked her, their weapons gleaming in the dim light.

"Ion," Sera's voice was sharp as she looked around the room and locked eyes with Ion, who stood amidst the Shadow Circle, his expression grave. "We have a problem. A big one."

"What is it, Sera?" Ion asked, his voice calm despite the chaos swirling around him.

“The Eldenwood Forest," she huffed a breath, as if she had seen something so atrocious. “It has come to life. The dead are coming out of the trees, and they're heading this way. We have to leave now.”

Ion stared in silent disbelief. He paused, trying to think of what he must do; Elara is not here, so he'll have to take charge.