The Fool's Gold

Moved On Past Year 2009

Sultan had barely turned back when he felt the arrival of another presence, a subtle disturbance in the air that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

He was still adjusting to the shift in the room's atmosphere, his senses heightened, when Lord Lin materialized from thin air, his appearance seemingly conjured from the shadows themselves.

Sultan's eyes darted around, confirming that neither Orion nor his men seemed to notice this new arrival, their faces frozen in a mixture of fear and confusion.

It was as if an invisible barrier separated them, isolating Lin and Sultan from the rest of the scene, creating a pocket of secrecy amidst the chaos.

Orion's men, oblivious to the strange shift, remained focused on Calvin, who was convulsing on the floor, his skin darkening, his screams growing increasingly monstrous, reverberating through the room like a beast's roar.

Calvin's body arched, his limbs flailing wildly, as if possessed by some dark force, his eyes rolling back