Even though it was pitch dark underground, Andrew's vision was sharper than most. He could just make out Axel stumbling backward, peeking around the corner with panic all over his face. He muttered something in a native dialect—probably a curse or two.

A second later, Andrew understood exactly what he was running from. Thick clumps of black hair appeared at the far end of the corridor.

Clinging to the ceiling with all four limbs, the Night Hag slowly crept into view, its grotesque face twisted upside down.

Chantelle was most terrified of this ghostly creature. She was even more panicked than when they encountered that Dire Tiger.

Andrew grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shadows, holding perfectly still.

Night Hags had no real sense of time. If nothing drew its attention, it could just stay frozen in place for ten or twenty years, even longer. After all, in this tomb, time seemed to stand still.

However, Andrew began to grow anxious. They could not just sit there, wai