Asher and the others followed Catherine, who now walked with renewed confidence. He had granted her the freedom to leave the confines of the Bloodcrown estate whenever she pleased, and she wasted no time in using her authority. With a simple wave of her hand, she transported them all to the Dwell of the Damned.
The group found themselves standing before a structure that looked nothing like they had expected.
"This really does look like a well," Asher muttered, his sharp eyes studying the round, brick-lined structure.
The well emanated an ominous aura, an oppressive darkness that seemed to swallow the light around it. Asher stepped closer and peered inside. What greeted him was a void of pitch-black darkness, seemingly endless. Black, clawed hands reached out from within, their movements erratic and desperate.