Dark Carnival

Previously

…Elara, though trembling, stood tall. “I’ll go with you. I might be able to… sense things. Things he might not expect.” They turned their backs on the growing horde of the undead, their path now leading directly towards the pulsating heart of the Dark Carnival, towards the Ringmaster and the secrets he guarded. The air grew colder, the shadows deeper, and the faint scent of decay intensified, a grim promise of the horrors that still lay ahead. The chasm between the world of the living and the realm of the dead had narrowed, and they were about to step right into it. The performance, it seemed, was just beginning.