After crossing the bridge, the Blood Eagles lit their torches as we entered the forest to guide our way, but they weren’t bright enough to get a clear view of the wagon’s contents. As time passed, my companions were almost on their last legs from pushing. I had to increase my speed to keep up the pace. “Are we there yet?” I inquired. “Keep moving,” a Blood Eagle member exclaimed. “We’re almost there.” “Good, my back’s killing me,” one of the pushers said with relief. Several minutes later, we stumbled upon a mound with a large cave similar to Andorra’s Vein. After reaching the light at the end of the tunnel, we found ourselves in a dome-shaped cavern, bustling in all manners of activities and working hands. It was much bigger than the two mines of Andorra’s Vein combined. Maybe the size of a football stadium. However, there were fissures, rubble, and cracks everywhere. Of course, they were Mount Fort’s handiwork. At the center of this place, t
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