The Weakest Kobold In The Dungeon Gets A Level [Book 1 Complete] Chapter 25: Chapter 23: This Jagged Mass Of Hungry Earth

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Chapter 23 This Jagged Mass Of Hungry Earth She’d sat on a flat-topped rock, waiting for a perfect moment. A moment when something might serve as a distraction for her escape. A moment exactly like this one, where no one might notice or get in the way. As the one called Mark no longer stared at her, distracted by an argument of some kind, Mor looked to the others. The rest of the group’s eyes and ears had all snapped to him and the person speaking with him. Shifting her weight onto her feet as gently as she could. Leaning forward and using her good arm, she pressed off the rock to crouch low. One slow and silent step at a time, she moved away from the adventurers. Around one tree, followed by another, she stayed within ear-shot, but out of sight. If they can manage to find the burrow, then I will be their shadow. Small bumps formed on her skin, even thinking the word shadow was enough to put her even more on edge. A loud crack boomed through the forest and she pressed herself against the nearest tree. They’re using abilities now? I guess the argument got physical. The tree she leaned against now sent vibrations through her spine, and it nearly knocked her aside. The world swayed. It was like being under the influence of a potent bramblestag brew. This wasn’t from any ability she’d ever seen or heard of, not on this tier’s world. The shaking grew more violent, and the sound of distant thunder was brought near. Her now-scarred shoulder banged off of the tree, sending a fiery surge of pain through her entire arm. The sound of shouting voices was barely audible over the cascading growl of shifting earth. Another loud crack rang through the forest, and the ground tilted. Roots broke through the surface under her feet and the tree holding her up fell away. The forest floor slid into a harsh angle back towards the people she’d just hidden from. The trees and foliage between them had come down, crumbling and snapping. She held tightly to the tenuous roots even as her body slid towards the center of a collapsing forest. Thank the tower; the creaking roots held her weight. The adventurers were in her line of sight now, each of them vanishing through the mouth that lay at that center. All of them consumed by this jagged mass of hungry earth. * * * As the debris was painstakingly removed from the collapsed tunnel that separated the Stormclaws from the rest of Brekk, pinholes of light finally broke through from the other side. The light that came through washed over the clan, almost like the first gasp when you break the surface after diving too deep. “Great job everyone! Keep it up and we’ll have all of the light we need to move forward,” Nik called out to the goblins who had been working only under the glow of his candlelight, trying to safely move the stones they could from the blocked passage. Ryan, ever committed to being helpful during this whole ordeal, did his part by napping on Nik’s shoulder. More light was let through with each piece of rubble they cautiously dug out, and as the blue glow filtered in, it made contact with the torches on their side of the tunnel. They flickered back to life. There was a cheer as the room filled with light; terrified goblins rejoiced in the small relief it brought them. The aftermath of the rumble had left them cut-off and vulnerable to the unknown dangers of the dark. As they continued to clear the rockfall, Nik pulled Pearl aside. “Hey, I have a question. Do you know how the faery rings work?” Pearl hesitated before responding, “Theoretically, yes. I know how they work but I have only ever helped to repair a single one, never created one myself. Why is that important right now?” “Cril asked me to speak with you on her behalf, to ask you to help them create one here, but I have my own idea as well. I want to know if it’s possible to have a necklace of hollowed orbs made from stone turned into a faery ring,” he said, his eyes red with tiredness filled with a desperate hope. “I do not know if eithe