Destiny by Declan Finn

Author:Declan Finn [Finn, Declan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tuscany Bay Books
Published: 2022-05-31T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11: Pit Run

When I woke up, I found myself face down in mud.

My golem armor was up and around me like a cocoon. I had no actual recollection of calling the armor to protect me. But sometimes the armor just knew what to do on its own. Since to my knowledge there had never been in a situation like mine, I could only guess. Like the myths of old, the golem armor did not know how to speak. It certainly did not know how to speak to me directly.

I got to my hands and knees and willed away the face plate from my nose—just enough to breathe in what was going on around me. The stench of rot and death was so strong I could barely smell the evil in the cavern with me. Considering how strong the stench of evil could and had been, I could only imagine just how much carnage had taken place in these tunnels to start with.

I willed the face mask back into place as I rose to my feet. The cavern was pitch black and fairly close. It wasn’t an extensive, massive cave system one took tourists through.

I could only see through the sensor array within the armor. I know calling them sensors is probably a misnomer, but, hey, what else could one do when dealing with an unnamed mystical source that did a lot of the work for you?

I looked around, the face plate showing me the room. There were melted, unlit candles all around, placed on what I could only call shells carved into the rock of the wall. Looking closer, I saw tool marks fairly clearly. Though in this case, the tool marks were very clearly claw marks.

As I tried to get my bearings, the ground splashed underneath my feet, telling me I was either very close to water or perhaps beneath the water table. I’d have to be very careful with swinging around the angelblade or firing off the Soul Ring—I did not want to flood the tunnel.

However, that could be an option to remember as I made my way out of here. Assuming the only way in wasn’t the way I came down. That was unlikely—there was no makeshift ladder, nor any indication that anything had climbed its way out of the tunnels through the hole.

I made my way through the cavern. Whoever built or carved them either hollowed out a natural cavern or just followed soft rock and dirt. Either way, I made my way in the dark.

My foot hit what I thought was a puddle. I looked down and saw it was only the beginning. I turned the corner. The rest of the tunnel in front of me was a small, stale river. I frowned at it as I proceeded forward. I sank and it rose. It stopped when I was only waist high. The armor kept out the ugly, muddy mess as I pressed on into the muck.

After easily 300 feet, I caught the sound of running water.

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