The Cromwell Chronicles · Shadow of the Ancients Run 011

The tower loomed before them like a monolith from a forgotten age, its stones blackened and crumbling under the weight of centuries. The air around it felt heavy, thick with the stench of decay and something else—something ancient and wrong. A cold wind w...

Jeane moved forward with a grace that belied the weight of her dark wings, their leathery surface rustling softly as she spread them slightly for balance. The crimson glow of her eyes intensified as she focused on the intricate patterns etched into the towe...