There is no sign of our pursuers. It is as if they do not dare to come to this area. We continued walking and came to the ruins of an old forge. In front of it stood a statue. Her hands were a hammer and pliers. She looked to me as if she could come alive at any moment. I could feel the magic that lay dormant in her. Were these statues part of the ancient defenses of Kyrthar Tahlketh? Is that why the devils didn’t dare come here? And if so, why didn’t they attack us?
The forge looked tidy, as if someone had cleared away the debris after a battle. But if the devils hadn’t ventured here, who had? Were there other survivors who had not been enslaved by the devils?
A hatch in the forge leading to the cellar is tightly closed. Who knows what is hidden underneath?