Chương 395: CCCXCV. The Idol

"Wait a minute... Karl, let's light our torches, too. We need as much visibility as possible to continue" the Shieldmaiden replied, pulling out the torch that was strapped into her belt and lighting it with the flint after a couple of attempts.

Karl, with his hands trembling with fear, put the mace and shield in place and awkwardly opened his bag, in which he grabbed the torch and hardly pulled it out, being wedged under some other junk.

Just then, a large insect came out of a hole in the wall behind him and flew away frightened, passing by his ear and emitting a loud hum, which frightened him so much that he shook his arms and lost his grip on the torch, which after falling to the ground, bounced and fell down the ravine, in the darkness.

A few seconds of silence followed that unfortunate event and Dag looked down, calculating the time of the torch's fall.

*toc*

"Fuck! My torch! That damn insect scared me, it's not poss..."