: Arrow traps were rigged to fire at the slightest movement, capable of taking off a man's head in the blink of an eye. Trust no one : Not even the merchants.
Tied to a wooden post near a dark pit was a woman in a tattered dress—a damsel in distress. Guy knew the cruel logic of the cave. If he could carry her safely to the exit of this level, she would tend to his wounds and grant him the strength to keep going. : Arrow traps were rigged to fire at
Guy wiped sweat from his brow and uncoiled his leather whip. He only had four bombs and four lengths of rope left in his pack. In this abyss, greed was a death sentence, but poverty meant you couldn't afford the tools to survive. 🐍 The cost of greed Guy knew the cruel logic of the cave