JACK-EYE
I'm no stranger to death.
But life after death is… new.
After finding Owen's little hideaway not only burned down on the outside but "unlinked," as he calls it, from whatever magical pocket dimension it once occupied, we had to trek into the hills and down a segment of caves and caverns to make any horror movie director cream their pants in delight with all their warning signs and roped off entrances.
After a few tight squeezes and a few panic attacks from the wizard, we make it to Owen's secret lair, which is covered in blood, strange writings on the wall (written in blood, of course), and teeming with—
Zombies.
Owen and Lyre call them "ghouls," but who the fuck are they kidding? Rotten flesh. Vacant stares. Arms outstretched while they moan and shuffle toward us like it's an all-you-can-eat buffet and we're the prime rib.
