CHAPTER 61
The ground had caved inwards, taking them with it as shrieks of horror filled the air, and the only other sound was the grinding of distant gears.
They fell for an unknown period before they finally landed on hard ground. Their figures were caked in dust as they coughed and heaved. Their eyes soon adjusted to their new environment. The lights lit up in this chamber, and they did not need to carry torches.
The corridors were wide, and beyond them were bronze statues. Dozens of them, knight figures carved, each holding a weapon. At first, they looked decorative, but Cayla knew better.
“Trap statues,” she whispered, “Probably motion triggered.”
“That’s not possible. We just left the chamber of physical traps. We have never faced the same thing twice,” a warrior scoffed.
“We
