The orc warriors led the way through the dark cave with dozens of torches in their hands with Karuta in the lead. The entrance was narrow but soon widened into a space that could accommodate six people walking side by side. The dark, damp cave was complex like a maze, and it seemed like one could easily get lost in it.

This didn’t seem troubling to the orcs as they were born with heightened hearing and a sense of smell. They were able to detect the smell of water or the flow of air to find their way through the cave without hesitation.

“Kueh? W, wait.”

It must have been several hours after they started walking. Kratul, who was standing in lead with Raven and Karuta, suddenly stopped.

“What? What is it?”

“I feel the energy of life… Kueee… Kuet! Spirit, it’s a spirit!”

Kratul busily moved his nostrils with his eyes closed, then opened his mouth wide.

“This way.”

Kratul started to move, following his senses. After a while of walking, a faint sound of flowing water could be heard, and Kratul stopped in his tracks.

“There.”

Kratul pointed at a fairly large spring from which a small waterfall was flowing. It was a fairly decently-sized waterfall, as tall as the average human. Raven stepped forward past Kratul and narrowed his eyes. Something was faintly flickering from inside...