Reincarnated in another world with a Gunsmithing System

Well of horrors

While Ezra was busy dealing with the Drekavacs at the graveyard, Aurelia had made her way to the abandoned well.

Many decades ago, when the people of Ashgrove used to worship the pagan Gods, the village elders had decreed that this well would serve as the perfect conduit to return the ruined gifts to the primal God of Death, Xerador.

And so began the practice of dumping the stillborns inside the well and pouring tar over their bodies to signify their reunion with the darkness of death.

All the unfortunate infants who had been dumped into this well had never received a proper burial, and the elders at that time had forbidden the villagers from performing their last rites.

The dark days had finally come to an end with Ishani’s Priests converting the villagers to a higher faith and abolishing the malpractices. But even after all these years, the well remained intact as a grim reminder of the cruel past.

Aurelia’s feet trembled as she neared the well. Crude, handmade dolls with butto