-Arkan Lawrence-
I couldn't just stand around any longer. The longer Rainer remained missing, the deeper my unease grew. There was only one possibility left if he wasn't in any of the usual spots.
The old well.
In the novel, that place marked the epicenter of all the chaos engulfing this village. The cavern beneath it served as the lair of the dark mage and the grotesque centipede monstrosity undergoing its vile metamorphosis. While I had set traps elsewhere as a contingency, I now had no choice but to risk venturing into this lair myself.
I stood at the edge of the decrepit well, trying to steady my uneven breathing. This is a terrible idea. But if my suspicion was right and Rainer was inside, I had no other option.
