CHAPTER 72 - ARTH

The elevator trembled and chains rattled. Arth descended, rock walls sliding up in all sides. It was still a long way down, so he had the time to lean back on the wooden elevator and closed his eyes. Arth was tired. But it was very normal in every afternoon of his work.

One thing that pissed Arth was his aching shoulders and back spine. And he had to endure it every day. But it would all be worth it when he’d go home to their mansion.

The elevator finally settled on the ground, letting Arth open the door and walk to the large tunnel. Two columns of wooden pillars supported the rocky ceiling of the passageway. The air had gotten thicker. Wheelbarrows, crates, and buckets containing ores rested on both sides of the tunnel.

Arth headed forward, passing by torchlights that illuminated the dark path. He could hear the echoing, clanging sound of hammers against chisel and shattering rocks. But then a faint presence crept behind him. He turned his head around, but saw nothing, no one behind