The Mine’s Labyrinths            

When they reach the entrance to the mines, the air was thick with the stench of blood and sweat. The sounds of battle echoed off the stone walls, mingling with the distant cries of the Shadowborne as they fought desperately to defend their stronghold.

"Be careful. Don't stray from the path I've laid out for you," Golly warned, dismounting his horse. "From here on, we proceed on foot. The tunnels ahead are narrow, and at times, we'll need to crawl to reach the underground hall. Thraigar, and anyone larger than Rain, will have to stay behind and guard the entrance."

Thraigar's face tightened with disappointment at the thought of missing the chance to face Gorm, but he nodded in agreement. "Understood."

"Wait, how did Gorm get down there if the entrance is so small? Isn't he, like . . . huge?" Rain asked, picturing Gorm as a towering giant clad in impenetrable armor.