Chapter 145 Funding the slaves

With a deep breath, they secured a makeshift rope using vines and spare cloth ripped from their clothes. Lucian volunteered to go down first, his descent illuminated by a small fire starter Jane held aloft. The silence was deafening as Jane watched the flickering light disappear into the abyss. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity before Lucian's voice echoed from below. "It's not pretty down here," he called out, his voice muffled by the damp air. "But there seems to be a tunnel, just like Bilgewater promised." Relief washed over Jane. The crazy plan was actually working, at least for now. With Lucian's help, she clambered down the makeshift rope, her heart pounding against her ribs. The tunnel was narrow and damp, the air stale and thick. They navigated the darkness by touch, relying on the faint glow of the fire starter. The tunnel seemed to twist and turn endlessly, testing their patience and courage. Finally, after what felt like an hour of crawling through a gia