The Cromwell Chronicles · Shadow of the Ancients Run 018

The tower's ancient stones groaned under the weight of new purpose, its wards pulsing with fresh dark energy that coiled around the base like a waking serpent. The party stood before the crumbling gate, a barrier sealed by runes that now answered their pres...

The stone tower groans under its own weight, ancient timbers settling with a sound like sighing ghosts. The runes beneath the door pulse with fresh dark energy, each beat sending a visible ripple across the dusty ground. The air thickens, growing heavy and...