Helga ran and ran, her boots pounding against the stone floor, her warhammer swinging at her side. The tunnel twisted and turned, branching into passages she didn't recognize, leading her deeper into darkness she couldn't penetrate.
She could not find anywhere to hide.
The truth was simple and embarrassing: she was directionally challenged. Always had been. That was why she followed Kaelen in the first place. The reptile had an instinct for tunnels, a sixth sense for which path led where. He never got lost until today that is. Never hesitated. Never led them into dead ends that weren't worth smashing through which made them the perfect team even though both were reckless.
But now he had been taken. Dragged into the darkness by that queen spider. And Helga had no choice but to find her own way out to warn the others.
Her grip tightened on her warhammer.
