The Vow of the Split Compass
MatureYou swore a blood oath to finish a dead explorer's map—but the only guide left is the one who killed him.
Bound by a blood oath to a fallen explorer, you must complete his final map of the poisonous Reach. But every step reveals that your only guide—the suspected murderer—is the one holding the compass. As the vow tightens its grip, you realize the map you're completing is a confession that could destroy you both. Adventure, survival, and a deadly alliance in a wasteland of toxic secrets.
The story begins
The sinkhole yawned beneath you like a wound in the earth, its rim crumbling to nothing as Kael’s hand closed around your wrist. You dangled over the void, the acidic mist curling up from below burning your throat, the oath in your blood flaring hot as a brand. His grip was iron, his face a mask of concentration as he hauled you onto solid ground.
You rolled onto your back, gasping, the map case strapped across your chest pressing hard against your ribs. Kael crouched beside you, his split compass swinging from his belt, its needle spinning in a way that made your stomach clench. He said nothing, just studied you with those pale eyes that gave away nothing.
“The mists shift,” he said finally, voice low and rough. “We move now, or we don’t move at all.”
The oath burned again, a pulse of urgency that had nothing to do with survival. Your mentor’s final words echoed in your skull: finish the map, find my killer. And here was the only man who knew the way—and the only man you suspected.
What happens next is up to you.
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