Spawn Graveyard Vigil

Cold iron yielded under my grip as I stepped past the cemetery gates. The ground here belongs to the forgotten, marked by cracked granite and damp moss. I climbed the curved crest of a heavy stone monument to secure a vantage point over the overgrown rows. Dried leaves rustled along the sunken paths below, stirred only by the morning wind. Resting one clawed gauntlet against the cold stone, I watched the thin mist drift between the weathered iron crosses. There are no threats here—only silence, and the familiar weight of ground that keeps its peace.