Chapter 45: The Damage Done (2)

The single luminescence lamp did its best to ward off the looming darkness as the three of us advanced into the cavern, holding two more individuals.

“Careful there,” I called, holding the chained warlock—William with my good arm, “there’s a pool here.”

“I think you made that clear a dozen times already,” Shailyn called. “Honestly, what do you think that I can’t take care . . . ahhhhh . . .”

Splash!

“Shailyn, are you alright?” I called, while steading on the inclined path using the False-ward—without that, my situation would’ve been no better than Shailyn, with one broken elbow.

The luminescent lamp on my waist lacked the intensity to show more than a few metres across, although I can see a light in the water, with a figure, trying to swim to the surface, however, she was finding it hard with the thin layer of ice frozen on the surface of the water.