The Warrior’s Palace

What a spine-chilling tale this has been! We’ve been hoping the duo find their way out of this loop, but it’s not looking good at all right now. We need to see how this ends. Are they trapped, or a miracle’s gonna get them out? Let’s find out! Jordan and Jamal trembled with fright as […]

“Come on, let’s get to the vortex! We don’t have time to waste. Let’s check if it’s in the garden!” The servants, concubines, and Aric the Valiant; they were all in their places as usual. The same old same old. Of course, that was of no consequence to Jordan and Jamal as they sprinted to

Jamal and Jordan awoke once more, their breaths shallow and hearts pounding in unison. The now-familiar sight of the grand palace stretched before them. Once again, everything was in place. Once again, Aric was happily reclining on his couch, a goblet of wine in his hand. Once again, servants moved around, looking as satisfied as

Jamal and Jordan woke up gasping, their bodies trembling as they sat up on the cold marble floor. The same opulent hall stretched before them, once again untouched by the violence they had just experienced. Jamal looked around as he and Jordan rose to their feet, then let out a guttural scream of frustration, slamming

Jamal’s eyes shot open, his chest heaving as though he’d just been pulled from a drowning depth. “Jordan!” he gasped, turning to see his friend sprawled on the floor beside him. “Jordan, Jordan, are you okay?” Jordan stirred, groaning as he sat up. “What… what the hell? Didn’t we just… die?” “Y-y-yeah, I guess so.

Jamal groaned as he blinked his eyes open, his head pounding badly. Squinting for a moment, he pulled himself up and looked beside him. Jordan was also stirring from whatever madness had just occurred. “Jordan…” he muttered. “You good?” “Define good,” Jordan replied groggily, sitting up next to him. “What… what even happened?” “Not the

“Whoaaaaaaa!” They both gasped as they stood at the edge of the grand, crumbling courtyard. It was clear time had softened the edges of the old palace, with once-majestic columns now reduced to jagged stumps. Intricate carvings on the walls were faded but still visible in some places. Traces of its former glory remained intact,

“I’m just saying, you could have gone later. Like, I dunno, tomorrow morning.” Jamal gave Jordan a mock amazed look, then shook his head. “Bruh?? Wait until tomorrow morning to get that good-good from Daisy? You definitely are mental, my brother. Listen! If you know what that girl does under the sheets… you’d understand.” Jordan

The soft glow of the morning sun bathed Seluna Island in golden light as Jordan approached the checkpoint, walking slowly through the winding path. The beach was almost empty; just a few early birds were out in the waters or lying on the land enjoying the rising sun. So nobody took notice of him making

The dim glow of the television cast shadows across the walls of room 26 in the Seluna Grand Hotel. The room occupied by Jordan and Jamal. Two empty pizza boxes and a few beer cans littered the table as the two of them sat on the edge of their seats, eyes glued to an old