"William, I have an idea—a somewhat risky one." Kraft looked away from the rocks blocking the passage and pulled out a torch, handing it to William. "Don't put that rock down just yet. We'll be using it soon."
"This isn't the Literature School. You don't have to be so tactful. You can leave out the 'somewhat.'" William pressed the end of the fuel-wrapped bundle against the flame and used it to light the torch. Then he hefted the long stone in his hand.
It was a little too heavy to wield one-handed. He wouldn't be able to swing it many times, but they also wouldn't get the chance to fight that thing for dozens or hundreds of rounds.
"The good news is, we won't have to dig through the rock ourselves."
"How so?"
"There's a tunneling expert right here. I'm sure that, under the right circumstances, it won't mind lending a little helping hand." He drew his longsword from its scabbard. Its silver gleam flowed past some stubborn, unfamiliar stains that were probably not human blood.
"First, those monsters that like to cover themselves with human faces are everywhere. And the sounds they make are connected to the appearance of whatever built these tunnels."
"To a certain extent, they're pretty easy to lure. I don't really understand how it works, but that doesn't stop us from taking advantage of it. If we get it to pass through this spot, it should easily turn these rocks into rubble."
"So how do we make sure we don't end up as rubble ourselves?" The plan sounded simple and brutal. William had no doubt that, to that thing, rocks were no different from crispy black bread.
"We can go down to the next level and wait for it to finish doing us this little