The Great Leader

“He’s not taking us to a burial site or… is he?” Rurik murmured.

Esmer pursed her lips, unsure. “He… probably won’t.”

“But… it’s been hours.” No water pipes were supposed to be that long as the whole purpose of these was to get the water supply faster.

Especially these were too wide to be just waterpipes. This looked mostly like a passage for escape in case there was an ambush, not to mention the entryway was buried under a lot of debris. They had to dig it out.

Esmer wondered if this was going to be their grave without any tombstone.

After several turns and crossroads, they walked and climbed the pipelines for hours.

Esmer felt like she would pass out any minute.

“Is there even a way through or are you just kidding us?” Esmer loudly confronted him.

They had been voicing their protests for a while now and the mighty King had been ignoring them quite conveniently till now.

They were freezing in their thin attire despite Esmer’s aura warming them. They hadn’t eaten for a while a