"He said we had only six hundred metres left before reaching Magodilin… before the Sanguivores attacked us," Yennefer said, her voice echoing faintly in the tunnel as they pressed on.
Her hand hovered close to her staff, her eyes darting nervously at the shadows clinging to the stone walls.
"So," she continued, glancing at Stephan, "if his information was true, we're getting closer."
Stephan's gaze narrowed, his boots striking heavy against the ground as they followed the path the gnome had taken. "If his information can be trusted," he muttered, each word laced with suspicion.
Grief walked in silence behind them, carrying Anna Mary gently in her arms. The faint sound of her shallow breathing was the only reminder of how little time they had left.
"Yes, we're closer," Yennefer admitted, her voice low. "But there's still a problem."
Stephan arched a brow. "What kind of problem?"
