Night fell swiftly as Damien, Mira, and Elara made their way toward the ruins of an old fortress rumored to be a stronghold for the Zombie King’s minions. The fortress loomed in the distance, half-swallowed by mist and overgrown with tangled vines. This was no ordinary raid—it felt like walking into a trap. But they all knew it was the only lead they had, and the Zombie King was closer than ever.
Damien led them forward, his senses on high alert. As they approached the fortress, Mira’s silence grew heavier, as if burdened by thoughts unspoken. Elara seemed to notice, whispering, “Are you sure she’s with us, Damien?”
Damien paused, glancing back at Mira, whose gaze was focused, intense, and unwavering. “She’s with us. For now,” he replied quietly, though doubt flickered in his eyes. They couldn’t afford division, not with what lay ahead.