At first, Solam had quite enjoyed himself in the Well of Darkness. After all, there were plenty of powerful figures here, and every one of them had countless interesting tales and strange anecdotes behind them. To Solam, a half-baked mage, those stories were also exceptionally rare knowledge.
If Solam ever wanted to retire, he could easily write a book based on those tales. Once it was published, he might even earn himself the title of scholar. There were many secrets here that the outside world had never heard of, and the value of that information was simply incalculable.
But after roughly three months, Solam was starting to lose patience.
This damned place was just too huge!
If Solam had come here purely for academic reasons, it would not have been a problem. He would have been willing to spend however long it took. But his primary purpose for coming here had been Queen Laeral Silverhand! Yet after three whole months, he had found quite a few powerful figures, but not even a trace of Queen Laeral Silverhand. It was damn frustrating.
As he had said before, this damned place was fucking huge! There had to be at least a hundred thousand pools! If he searched through them one by one, even ten years might not be enough! What was more, while the Skin of the Dead could fool the Bodaks' senses, the guards of the Well of Darkness were not just Bodaks.
Within the Well of Darkness were many strange and bizarre guards, such as mindless Nalfeshnees that were like puppets, enormous constructs built from all sorts of inexplicable materials, and unknown creatures wrapped in shadows.
In short, while Solam was safer here than other visitors, he was hardly free from danger.
Just as Solam was growing restless, the sounds