The Wild Grave wasn’t marked on any map. Like someone wants them to stay hidden in the pages of history.
It was older than blood, older than memory, shrouded in gnarled trees that whispered secrets to the dead. The very air was twisted with ancient secrets, and every creature that lived beyond the forest's edge knew to avoid it well.
But Maria, Joseph, and Luca went willingly.
They moved in silence, stepping over moss-covered bones and hollowed roots, their breath coming in puffs into the chilled air. The moon was a sliver above them, barely casting light through the skeletal trees.
"This place feels... wrong," Luca muttered, his hand tightening on the dagger at his belt.
"It’s supposed to," Joseph said, his voice distant. “This is where the ancients buried truth with the dead.”
Mari
