The forest thinned as Selina and the group approached the outskirts of The Cursed Hollow. The once-dense canopy of trees gave way to a jagged landscape, where the earth was cracked and uneven, swallowed by deep ravines and steep cliffs. A thick fog clung to the ground, curling around the gnarled roots of trees that had long since withered. The air was eerily still, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl and the whisper of the wind through the cliffs.
No one spoke.
Even the most seasoned fighters among them moved with hesitation, their hands resting on their weapons. The stories about The Cursed Hollow weren’t just tales meant to frighten children. It was said that those who entered rarely found their way back out. Some claimed it was haunted by the spirits of the lost, others whispere
