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Chapter 255 Story 255: The Path of Forgotten Souls

Damien and Mira ventured deeper into the wilderness, the forest becoming wilder and more entangled as they approached the rumored Sanctum of Forgotten Souls. According to the cryptic journal, this ancient site was where the first humans had once bargained with the Sorrow King, seeking forbidden powers that ultimately unleashed the curse. To Damien, the place reeked of treachery and unkept promises.

As they made their way through the dense underbrush, Mira's amulet started to hum, emitting a faint golden glow. "Something feels close," she whispered, clutching the pendant.

Damien scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing. "Stay close. If this place is what we think it is, we're likely not alone."

They broke through the trees into a clearing, where an ancient stone altar lay half-buried in vines and moss. Strange symbols were etched across it, pulsing faintly with a dark energy. Before they could approach, shadows coalesced around the altar, forming ghostly figures—spirits of past warriors who had fallen to the curse.

A figure, translucent yet distinct, stepped forward. His face bore a haunted expression, his eyes hollow with regret. "You seek to end the curse," he said in a voice that echoed with sorrow. "But to undo what was done, one of you must offer yourself to the Sorrow King." Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Mira's gaze shot to Damien, her face stricken. "It's a trap. He wants us to give up our lives, to feed his endless hunger."

Damien nodded but didn't flinch. "There's always a way through." He stepped forward, his voice steady. "What does the King fear? Even the darkest power has a weakness."

The spirit hesitated before gesturing to Mira's amulet. "The light within the pendant, born of pure intentions. It is the only thing that can weaken the Sorrow King's grip. But using it will bind your fates together—you and she will be as one in the fight."

Damien turned to Mira. "Are you willing to see this through?"

With a nod, Mira held up the amulet, and the light within began to intensify, creating a shimmering shield around them. The spirits recoiled, whispering warnings. The forest seemed to tremble, and suddenly, from within the depths of the trees, the ground split open, revealing a swirling dark vortex.

Out of the chasm, monstrous figures clawed their way up, twisted beings under the Sorrow King's command. Their eyes glowed with a malicious hunger, their bodies covered in jagged armor of bone and shadow.

"Stay close," Damien muttered as he raised his weapon, facing the creatures head-on. The fight was brutal, every strike of Damien's blade meeting resistance as the creatures sought to drag him down. Beside him, Mira chanted words from the journal, her amulet radiating light that burned the creatures upon contact.

Together, they fought until the last creature fell, its body dissolving into mist. The vortex sealed itself, and silence fell over the forest.

Breathing heavily, Damien met Mira's eyes. They had won this battle, but the path ahead was clear: they would have to face the Sorrow King himself, bound by a light that neither of them could escape.