Chapter 173 Descent Into The Forgotten Well

• At dawn, the group stood at the edge of the path leading into the cliffs, the jagged rock walls casting ominous shadows over them. The air grew cooler as they ventured deeper, and a faint, unnatural hum seemed to emanate from the earth itself.
• “Stay close,” Zaira warned. “The Forgotten Well is a labyrinth. One wrong turn and you could be lost forever.”
• Ralgar tightened his grip on his axe. “Good thing I’ve got an excellent sense of direction.”