The two walked through the shallow waters of the cistern, the flickering firelight casting shimmering patterns on the surface. “It’s so… damp. Do you think there’s a leak? Are we at risk of being flooded out?” Orang’s voice trembled with rising panic as he let his imagination run wild. ...

Orang tapped his hoof, impatience radiating off him. “Tisk tisk. How slow can one possibly move?” In front of him, a massive boulder snail inched along, blocking the only path forward. Orang had come too far to just turn back now. Meanwhile, Bread barked and danced around the sluggish c...

The shadowy form of a ghostly courser looms above, its hooves poised to crash down on Hazel. She lies helpless, drained of energy, her leg twisted beneath her. With a heavy heart, she squeezes her eyes shut, bracing for the end—praying for a quick, merciful death. But the blow never comes. Hesitantly, Hazel cracks her eyes open just in time to see Orble, a blur of motion, darting around the phantom horse, striking again and again until the spectral beast shudd...

Hazel huffs as the shadows close in around her like a suffocating blanket. Inconvenient at best, treacherous at worst. She hugs the wall, inching forward with deliberate caution. Could she call Orbel from her bag? Sure, but the poor thing was so exhausted, and Hazel couldn't bring herself to disturb it. Eventually, her nose bumps into something solid—a door. She taps around its edges with her muzzle, carefully exploring before nudging it open. A faint light trickles in through a n...