Damien and Mira ventured deeper into the wilderness, the forest becoming wilder and more entangled as they approached the rumored Sanctum of Forgotten Souls. According to the cryptic journal, this ancient site was where the first humans had once bargained with the Sorrow King, seeking forbidden powers that ultimately unleashed the curse. To Damien, the place reeked of treachery and unkept promises.
As they made their way through the dense underbrush, Mira's amulet started to hum, emitting a faint golden glow. “Something feels close,” she whispered, clutching the pendant.
Damien scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing. “Stay close. If this place is what we think it is, we’re likely not alone.”