Capítulo 425: Story 425: The Chapel of Shadows

The crumbling chapel loomed over the desolate graveyard, its spire piercing the ominous sky like a blade. The faint toll of a bell echoed through the mist, though no one could see a bell tower. The team stood at the wrought-iron gate, its hinges rusted and its surface marked with deep claw-like scratches.

"This place reeks of death," Bulwark muttered, his heavy weapon at the ready.

"Death would be a mercy compared to what’s lurking here," Ghost replied, her tone as cold as the air around them. She pointed toward the chapel doors, slightly ajar. "Movement inside. Something’s waiting for us."

Rook gestured for the team to advance. “Stay tight. No unnecessary noise.”