With a roar of arcane syllables slipping from her tongue, Vivian let loose a net of molten rock over an advancing troll, the desiccated flesh riddled with roaches and worms. The creature sizzled and popped as the searing fibers sank deep into its body, flames rising from the dry body as if it were made of kindling picked during a drought. Lillian was facing off against two others, dancing around them in ankle deep water, her twin swords lancing the putrid creatures like the pus-filled boils they were, while Tobias battled a third, his breastplate scratched and partially pulled from the leather undercarriage that held it fast.
They’d stumbled upon this chamber, a natural spring where a well was positioned high above. Guarding the bubbling pool were six vessels, all former Silt Trolls that
