"Let's keep going. Maybe I'm overthinking it."
As his thoughts ran wild, he kept moving forward, until he reached the other side of the cave. What he saw was...
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When Morca reached the end of the cave, what greeted him was a gruesome, blood-soaked sight.
Scattered across the stone floor were torn remnants of Bull Horn Crocodile monsters—their thick hides shredded, massive horns cracked, and limbs severed in a way that spoke of brutal precision. The scent of blood mixed with the damp air, metallic and raw. Morca stood silently, taking it all in.
Something stirred within him... a faint pulse, a whisper of life coming from the opposite direction.
He turned slowly, sharp eyes scanning his surroundings. What had first seemed like a cavern mouth was, in fact, part of a rocky waterfall wall. Clear, glasslike water flowed gently from the stone above, cascading down into a small lake below, its surface shimmering with an unnatural stillness.
