The Whispering Fog: Memories

Not a single person stirred.

It was like no one had heard it.

Or… like no one dared to react.

Ed's jaw clenched. "That wasn't normal."

Zareth scanned the fog-covered streets. "It went toward the forest."

Vynesaa didn't hesitate. "Then we follow it."

The trees loomed overhead as they moved through the jungle, the mist twisting through the branches.

The deeper they went, the quieter it became. No insects. No wind.

Then—

A structure in the distance.

A castle.

Dark stone, old and crumbling, partially swallowed by vines.

It stood alone in the jungle.

Ed felt the weight of it settle in his chest. "What the hell is this place?"

No answer.

Because no one knew.

They stood at the base of the worn stone steps, staring up at the entrance.

The doors were ajar.

Just enough to see inside.

Just enough to invite them in.