The Cromwell Chronicles · Shadow of the Ancients Run 012

The crumbling stone tower stood as a silent sentinel at the heart of the Whispering Woods, its ancient masonry weathered by centuries of neglect and the elements. The gate before them was sealed with intricate runes that seemed to absorb what little sunligh...

The sun dipped below the treetops as twilight settled over the clearing before the tower gate. The ancient wards etched into the stone seemed to drink up what little light remained, leaving the air heavy and cold. Jeane stepped back from the barrier, her cr...