The Coming of the Traveler

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Chapter 8

Echo of the Gardens of Death. Bear target. Cunning Guardian.

I stood near the stone for a good half an hour, or rather evil, because I did not understand at all what the bear needed from the stone. Any bone fleas tortured him, and he decided to scratch himself? Somehow, I highly doubt it.

If I had an extra stick of dynamite, I would gladly blow up this obstacle. I sat down on this ill-fated stone and continued to think. Slightly dozed off, after which I almost fell, so I decided to lie down and rest right here. You never know what I can do, or maybe my luck will work.

I did not rest for long, until from a rather comfortable position I bumped sideways into something sharp. It was a piece of bone, barely peeking out from under the stone. An attempt to move him away was unsuccessful.

Even the lever from the first shaft that came across did not help much, there was a catastrophic lack of strength. Forgive me, conscience, but you have to invest a little in this parameter. Ther