"Temple Covenant."
Marcus summoned Pebble again, the familiar ripple of power settling around him as the familiar reappeared at his side. Without wasting another second, he moved forward with Pebble and his two Sea Demon Souls, gliding over the pond until they reached the very center, hovering directly above the square six-cornered pavilion rising from the water below.
From above, he could finally see through the pavilion's roof. At its center stood an ancient six-sided well built from thick stone blocks darkened by age. A faint white mist drifted upward from within, slow and steady, like breath escaping from something alive.
'The Well of Earth.'
Marcus's eyes sharpened instantly. There was no mistaking it.
