The rains have not stopped for a fortnight. The old dwarf roads beneath Ironholt keep flooding, and now something stirs in the dark water.
I descended into the catacombs with a lantern and a borrowed sword. The water was up to my knees, cold enough to numb. That’s when I saw them — glowing eyes beneath the surface. Not rats. Something older. The priestess says it’s a water wraith bound to the catacombs when they were first sealed. If that’s true, then the seal is breaking.
The council wants me to find the source of the flooding before the wraith reaches the upper city. Three entrances, three paths, and only one leads to the drainage chamber. The other two… best not to think about what waits there.
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