Next time we are making a spare key.
Everything is quiet. Far above, spread out against the bubble, the Kraken shifts faintly, opening its vast beak to give a soft screech. It does not wake however, it's giant tentacles still coiled together. Most of its injuries have healed already, blood no longer dripping from the wounds.
Below ground, far below, at the end of a twisted network of damp caves, lie two impossibly huge doors. Their glow is muted, but then suddenly the pulse, brightening. The ancient bindings that keep the door sealed know it is coming. The courage. The stone. With every step it nears, their glow brightens.
Soon.
Below ground, far below, at the end of a twisted network of damp caves, lie two impossibly huge doors. Their glow is muted, but then suddenly the pulse, brightening. The ancient bindings that keep the door sealed know it is coming. The courage. The stone. With every step it nears, their glow brightens.
Soon.