A feminine whimper. Big cock On it, candles burned to illuminate the room, which smelled like the baked fish Noah and the others were eating, along with bread and some vegetables. Their stamina seemed to be pushed to its limit, beyond the point that potions could replenish. “It’ll be fine. The water spurting from Beth’s fingertip trickled to a halt. Now without potions, they could only gather their strength during breaks, but the number of times they had to stop and rest was as Noah predicted. Those who remain in the upper portions and survive share their information, but those who delve deep enough to reach the avenium either die or keep it a secret.”
“Wait, why is it a secret?” Trevor asked. “Relax. When the crab appears, it probably pushes up more than just stone and dirt.”
“If you can get gold from sifting through the dirt, then why bother going into the dungeon?” Mira asked.
