He was in a cold sweat, his pulse quickened. He stood up and slowly stepped back.
"I have never seen rat droppings this big," exclaimed Vytor, who recognised them at once. They noticed the floors of the three corridors, were completely full of them, everyone was forced to walk on them and around them.
"What do we do now?" asked the nobleman hesitantly, as he walked away.
The four contestants argued about the convenience of splitting up, trying to figure out what would lie in wait for them, beyond those corridors. The miner trusted no one, not even the general. They were all aspiring for the crown and he would never entrust his life to anyone, other than himself.
"You decide. I have made my choice," exclaimed the miner walking towards the central corridor.
"Well, I will follow your exa
