The Awakening

The air in Crestwood was thick with tension, as if the town itself was holding its breath. The skies had darkened unnaturally, casting long shadows over the streets and buildings. Sarah stood at the edge of the town square, her eyes scanning the horizon where the sun had once risen bright and warm. Now, only a dull gray light filtered through the heavy clouds.

Beside her, Lila’s scar pulsed faintly, a soft golden glow that seemed to be the only light in the growing gloom. Despite the exhaustion that weighed on them all, she stood tall, her jaw set with determination.

“We can’t wait,” Sarah said, her voice low but firm. “The ash is growing stronger. Whatever it is, it’s not just a force—it’s becoming a presence. Something alive.”

Adrian nodded, his face grim. “The ritual slowed it down, but it didn’t stop it. The darkness beneath Crestwood is awakening.”

Mark clenched his fists. “Then we finish this. Tonight.”

The Gathering Storm