The Road of Broken Vows
The Keeper’s warning clung to them like a second skin as they left Hollowmere behind.
The map she had drawn — scratched hastily into the back of a torn parchment — showed a path through the oldest parts of Willowdeep. Places even the bravest dared not tread. Places where memories shaped reality, and forgotten oaths still bled into the earth.
The Hollow Throne lay at the end of that cursed path.
But first, they would have to survive the Road of Broken Vows.
A Shadow at Their Backs
The forest thickened around them, the air growing colder with each step.
At first, it was small things — strange murmurs threading through the mist, trees whose bark shifted when touched, trails that looped back on themselves no matter how carefully they chose their path.
Then came
