Capítulo 204: Story 204: The Black Horizon

The dust hadn’t even settled from Damien’s last battle before trouble found him again. He stood at the edge of a salt-flat wasteland, watching as the sky darkened unnaturally. A mass of clouds twisted and churned above the horizon, a black storm brewing, though not one of wind or rain. The curse of the revenants wasn’t done with him yet.

Lena, still weary from the battle at the well, tugged on his sleeve. “We need to move. Something's coming.”

Damien tightened his grip on his revolver. “I know.”

They made their way across the barren landscape, guided by a distant glow that flickered on the horizon. As they got closer, they saw it—a once-thriving fortress, now crumbling, its walls streaked with black tar that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was Fort Shadowmarch, a place whispered about by the few survivors Damien had met. Legend said it had fallen to darkness centuries ago, cursed by the same force that now plagued the land.