The Cromwell Chronicles · Shadow of the Ancients Run 017

The party stands before the ancient tower, its entrance sealed by a gate covered in ominous runes that pulse with dark magic. The air here feels thick and wrong, pressing against them like a living thing. Jeane steps forward first, her eyes gleaming with pr...

The gate loomed before them, its surface writhing with dark magic that pulsed like a malevolent heartbeat. Jeane traced one of the twisted symbols, her predatory curiosity barely contained as she whispered, "I can feel it—powerful enough to cut." Halie st...