Walking through the dark corridor echoing with the sound flapping bats in the air and the sharp clatter of his footsteps against the stone floor, Hoovak tightened his grip on the lullaby magic item in his hands.
Stealing it from the elves hadn’t been easy. He just hoped it was worth it.
These walls always made his stomach churn. The place was dark and unsettling with dried roots snaked across the floor, walls, and ceiling. They almost seemed alive, shifting ever so slightly, as if waiting for the right moment to lunge at him.
Still, he kept his head high. He had come too far to turn back now.
If the Order was right, these roots belonged to the World Tree that had died centuries ago. Reviving it under their control would grant them immeasurable power—enough to bring back the dead. His w
