The Cromwell Chronicles · Shadow of the Ancients Run 009

The air in the clearing around the crumbling tower hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay, thick with an unnatural stillness that set teeth on edge. The ancient structure loomed above them, its stones cracked and blackened like charred bone, root...

The tower's ancient magic pressed in around them the moment they crossed the threshold, a palpable force that chilled the skin and raised the hair on the back of their necks. The air inside was thick with the stench of decay and something else—something o...