Wet and shivering, he crouches in the dark and presses his forehead into the cold flat of his blade. Whispering the many names of his many gods. He does not know if they will hear him under all this stone or see him in this sunless place.
There are things lurking in these vast tunnels. Things that will tear his body apart.
And worse.
Things he can’t swing his sword at. Things that get inside. Things that do not answer to gods.
Paddy Dobson
12th December 2022