There were signs of adventurers coming through here, marking the tunnels to try and keep track of which paths they had taken. xxx18 There were also blood splatters, torn clothes, and a broken sword. His sword cracked into the monster’s shell and struck its brain, though the wound was shallower than Oath expected. The crab had been venting its shell for more than a week, but the air still smelled staleness. What he felt when he saw the worm was genuine fear, realizing that not only was the worm the most likely cause of his death in that room, it was a death he wanted to avoid more than any other.
