They reached the source of the water, which appeared to be an underground river. There were no lit torches here, and the Contessa instructed him to bring one with him. He could barely see, and was thankful that he blackened his boots last night… I hate wet feet…
In the distance, there came the sound of a mechanism being disengaged. Just ahead, two large, iron plates slammed into place. They somehow diverted the river, because the water level subsided to reveal more steps.
“Someone else is here?” Marc asked.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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